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THE AMERICAN
TEMPERANCE CYCLOPÆDIA
OF
HISTORY, BIOGRAPHY, ANECDOTE,
AND ILLUSTRATION.
BY
REV. J. B. WAKELEY, D.D.
"O thou invisible spirit of wine! if thou hast no name to be known by, let me call thee devil !"
"Oh! that men should put an enemy into their mouths to steal away their brains."
SHAKSPEARE.
NEW YORK:
National Temperance Society and Publication House,
No. 58 READE STREET.
1879.
Copyright.
Į. N. STEARNS, PUBLISHING Agent.
1874.
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SILCHERT
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To the
HONORABLE WILLIAM E. DODGE,
PRESIDENT OF THE NATIONAL TEMPERANCE SOCIETY,
THE LONG, LIFETIME FRIEND AND PATRON OF TEMPERANCE;
TO THE
VICE-PRESIDENTS,
WHO ARE NOBLE MEN ENGAGED IN A NOBLE WORK;
TO
"The Sons of Temperance," "The Templars of Honor," "The Good
Templars," and all Kindred Societies;
TO
ALL THE FRIENDS AND PROMOTERS OF TEMPERANCE EVERYWHERE,
IS THIS
Humble Volume Most Respectfully and Affectionately
Dedicated
BY
THEIR FELLOW-LABORER IN ONE OF THE BEST OF ENTERPRISES,
J. B. WAKELEY.
847051
PREFACE.
THAT singular genius Thomas Carlyle said: " Every
man has waited a whole eternity to be born, and now
every man has a whole eternity waiting to see what he
will do now he is born."
Now I have been born, I should like to do all I can for
the suppression of intemperance-death's prime minister,
the mightiest curse that has ever visited our world-and
to promote temperance, closely identified with "whatso-
ever things" are "pure,"
pure," "honest," "lovely," and of
'good report."
Edmund Burke said: "I like clamor where there is
abuse. To be sure, the alarm-bell may disturb the inhabi-
tants, but it will prevent their being burnt in their beds."
The whole system of rum-selling and rum-drinking is
nothing but abuse from beginning to end. The alarm-bell
must be rung all over our land.
I have been familiar with the evils of intemperance from
my childhood, with its "woes" and "sorrows," its "bab-
blings," its "redness of eyes," its "serpent-bite,” its “adder-
sting."
A number of the companions of my early years fill a
drunkard's grave. Poor fellows! they deserved a better
fate.
My peculiar calling as a Christian minister for forty-two
years in several States has led me into sorrowful abodes
where I have seen intemperance in its most horrid forms.
3
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PREFACE.
I have not only beheld the wretched effects of rum-drink-
ing, but of rum-selling. Alas! that the state commissions.
men to do this murderous business. The license system is
one of legalized murder. Men thus authorized line their
purses with the price of blood, and then tie them up with
the broken heart-strings of their ruined customers. When
will this relic of the dark ages be done away with for ever?
I have known most of the early founders as well as the
later advocates of temperance. We should be thankful for
such illustrious founders, as well as their noble successors,
who have caught the falling mantles of the ascended fathers.
Why have we another book on temperance? Because I
was anxious to do something with my pen to promote its in-
terests when my voice shall be silent and my silver hairs
laid in the dust.
The reader will find in this volume a great variety of
history, biography, anecdote, and incidents illustrating
intemperance and temperance with their various phases.
A part is original; and as for the remainder, I have drawn
from every possible source.
I have generally given credit where I knew to whom
it belonged. I am indebted specially to " Permanent Tem-
perance Documents."
The Roll of Honor is unlike anything I have seen. I
would like to have enrolled others, and especially a number
of the heroes on the other side of the Atlantic-Father
Mathew, Hon. J. S. Buckingham, William Tweedie, and
a number more who deserve immortal renown.
This book, I trust, will be read by thousands who have
seen the writer on the platform and in the pulpit, pleading
the cause of temperance, and by thousands who have never
seen him, who would like to know something of his tem-
perance history. They shall be gratified.
PREFACE.
V
Forty-four years ago I signed the temperance pledge.
There is no act of my life I look upon with more pleasure,
except one, when I gave my wanderings o'er by giving God
my heart. The pledge has been my shield and safeguard.
Twenty-five years ago I joined the Sons of Temperance,
about the same time the "Good Samaritans," and in 1852,
the "Temple of Honor." With the "Good Templars" I
have been very familiar, and I have greatly honored the
"Cadets of Temperance."
Wishing all these and other temperance organizations
prosperity, and a speedy and splendid triumph of tempe-
rance everywhere, and that the beautiful banner of tempe-
rance and the banner of the cross may soon wave side by
side on every hill and in every valley throughout the
world,
I am the public's humble servant,
NEW YORK CITY, March 9, 1875.
J. B. WAKELEY.
CONTENTS.
A Drunkard's Home,
A Drunkard's Testimony,
Admiral and his Son, The,
Advocates for Liberty,
Aid of Whiskey, The,
Ale and Beer Measure,
•
•
Alexander and the Crown,
Alexander the Conqueror Con-
quered,
PAGE
38 Brain, A Drunkard's,
40 Breathing-Holes of Hell,
52 Briggs's, Gov., Speech,
16 Cab-Driver, and Dr. Guthrie,
15 | Cain, That Other,
PAGE
35
18
•
19
70
29
•
13 Captain and the Cabin-Boys, The, 25
13 Cartridge-box, the Ballot-box, and
the Band-box, The,
•
13
Alexander the Great and his Friend, 13
An Argument,
An Argument for Drinking,
Chairman of the Drinking-Club and
His Companions,
26
•
23
I
14 Charles Carroll of Carrollton,
Chase, The Rev. Henry,
23
22
Ancestral Dispute,
15
Cheever, Rev. George B., and Dea-
Ancient Philosopher and the Rem-
con Giles's Distillery,
21
edy, The
16
Cheyne, Dr., and the Lady,
30
Applicant for Office, The,
15
Christmas Evans and the Anti-Tem-
Armstrong and His Neighbor,
15
perance Minister,
28
Armstrong, Rev. Lebbeus, and His
Christian Indians and the Liquor-
Father,
14
Merchant,
27
Ask My Wife,
19
Cider-The Two Cancers,
26
"Awful" Gardner and His Expe-
riences,
1 67
Classic Origin of the "Three Times
Three" of Modern Topers,
21
A Young Man's History in Brief, . 205 Clergyman and his Friend, The,
|
30
A Young Suicide,
Beecher, Dr. Lyman,
•
209 Clergyman and the Jack Tar, The,
28
•
16 Clergyman and the Judge, The,
27
tion,
Beecher and Dr. Dwight,
Beecher and the General Associa-
•
Beecher and the Ordinations, .
Beecher and the Prosy Brother,
Beecher and the Sceptic,
Beecher and his Six Sermons on
Intemperance,
18 Clergyman and his Parishioners, . 29
Cold Victuals,
27
17 Conscience and the Distillery,
25
•
17 Conventions, National Temperance, 186
16 Could not ask God's Blessing upon
16
It,
26
Couldn't Swallow It,
30
•
Bishop Hopkins's Temperance and
18 Could not Take a Little,
Costly Drink, The,
26
Infidelity,
•
82 Court of Death, The,
22.
24
20
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CONTENTS.
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. 163
Cowen, the Wife-Murderer,
Crossing the Line,
Crows and the Corn-field, The,
Cruel and Unnatural Mother, The,
Cyrus and His Grandfather,
Daggett, Judge,
PAGE
25 Drunkard and His Dog, The,
26 Drunkard and His Little Child,
25 Drunkards never Sleep,
PAGE
• 46
43
47
29
30
Daniel H. Sands, the First Worthy
24 Drunkard's Looking-Glass, The,
Drunkard and the Post, The,
Drunkard and the Rattlesnake, The,
Drunkard and the Robber,
32
33
33
39
ance,
Patriarch of the Sons of Tempe-
Deacon and His Neighbor,
Dean Swift and the Weaver,
Death-Grapple, The,
Death and the Grave,
Declining to take Wine at Her Ma-
jesty's Table,
Delirium Tremens,
Devil under the Bed,
37 Drunken Physicians,
Drunken Sailor, the Mate, and the
•
45
Lady,
31 Dutchman's Inn,
44 Dying Daughter, The Drunkard
149
Child,
•
Drunken Father and his Infant
36 Drunken Lawyer and the Judge,
36
The,
31
45 Drunken Mocker's End, .
•
39
36
•
46
35
Different Forms,
Didn't Like the Medicine,
Dissipated Father and the Dying
Child, .
Dissipation and Procrastination, 45 Effect of Punch-Drinking,
Distiller and His Son,
46
and his,
39
Dying Felon's Testimony,
Early Doomed,
34 Early Temperance Society,
•
38
34
49
49
•
•
47
35 Embarrassment, The,
50
Doctor Edwards and the Beer-
Eminent Divines,
50
drinker,
49
End of a Drinking-Club,
49
Doctor Fothergill and the Gentle-
Epigram upon a Pale-faced Wife,
50
man,
54
Experiment on a Drunkard-Igni-
Doctor Leonard Woods and the
tion of Human Blood,
490
Dissipated Clergymen,
•
193
Fact with a Moral, A,
53
Doctor Outwitted, The,
•
45 Facts Worthy of Notice,
• 53
Doctor and his Patient,
33 Failures,
•
• 55
Doctor Thomas Sewall,
149 Farragut, Admiral,
•
52
panions,
•
Drunk but Once,
Drunkard's Brain, A,
"Drank up his Family Bible,"
Dr. Cumming and His Early Com-
Dr. Nott and his Friend,
Drinking Alone,
Drinking, An Argument for,
Drinker and His Long Walk,
Sheep too?
34 Father Taylor and the Insolent
35 Fearful Bar, A,
40
Fatal Glass of Wine, The,
52
Fatal Opposition,
54
23
Father's Choice, The,
55
118 Father and his Ruined Sons, The,
55
37 Father, hadn't you better Take a
14
55
33
Rowdy,
•
169
53
Drunkard's Dream,
35
Feelings Hurt,
•
56
Drunkard and His Daughter Mil-
First Barrel of Rum, The,
·
55
lic, The,
43
First Pledge-its Deficiency, The,. 51
CONTENTS.
ix
First Family Prayer at a Tavern,
The,
First Temperance Society, The,
Five Cradles, The,.
Flurried Editor, A, .
PAGE
Honorable,
52 Horrid Effects of the Triumphs of
•
50
Teetotalism,
56 Hopkins's, Bishop, Temperance and
Infidelity,
PAGE
83
82
82
•
53
Fothergill, Doctor, and the Gen-
Hunt, The Rev. Thomas P.,
72
tleman,
54
Inclining that Way,
86
Gardner, "Awful," and his Expe-
Indian Chief and His Appeal,
86
riences,
67
Indian and His Friend, The,
•
85
General and His Friend, The,
70
Indian Pledge,
86
General and the Irish Drummer,
The,
· 72
tle,
85
General Riley,
General Zachary Taylor,
Genteel Wine-Drinker and the Gen-
tleman, The,
Gentleman and His Host, The,
Giles's, Deacon, Distillery,
Give Me Back My Husband,.
Indian, The, Landlord, and the Bot-
. 131 Indians, The Christian, and the Li-
quor Merchant,
Indignant Wolves, The,
•
170
•
75 Inference, An,
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70 Intemperance in Eating,
21 Intemperance of Great Men,
68 Irishman's Dream, The,
•
27
•
84
86
84
87
88
Goggles,
•
Good One, A,
72 Irving, Washington,
72 Dick, and the Cider,
Gentleman
83
Good Resolution, A,
72
Itinerant Bookseller and the Afflict-
Goodrich, Prof., and how his Eyes
ed Man's Companion,
86
were opened,
57
I've Thrown the Bowl Aside, .
85
Gov. Briggs's Speech-The Power
I Wish I was Dead,
85
of Example,
19
Jack Tar and His Sons,
•
188
Governor Gilmer and the Congres-
Jewett, Charles, M.D.,
89
sional Total Abstinence Society,
61
John Trumbull,
·
179
Gough, John B.,
59
Johnson, Dr., and Hannah More,
9+
Gough's, J. B., First Temperance
Judge and the Bar-Tender, The,
94
Speech in New York,
•
59
Judge Rose and His Daughter,
•
93
Gough and the Terrible Woman,
•
61
Judge, The Clergyman and the,
27
Gough, John B., the Unequalled
Just a Thimbleful,
•
94
Temperance Orator,
59
Kettle, Rev. Mr., and the Enquirer,
95
Grandmother's Temperance Story,
69
King of Rumsellers, The,
95
Groggery in David's Time, A,
58
King Philip Drunk and King Phi-
Guthrie, Dr., and the Cab-Driver,
70 lip Sober,
•
95
Half and Half,
83
Kirkham the Grammarian,
95.
Hall, J. Vine, .
79
Lady Converted into a Distillery,
•
105
Haydock, George, the Ex-Profes-
Landlord Outwitted, The,
198
sional Wood-Sawyer,
•
78
Landlord, The, .
· ΙΟΙ
Heroine, A,
81
Last Night's Revel, The, .
Hewitt, Rev. Nathaniel, and the
Law and Love,
•
105
96
Toast,
72
Lawyer and His Morning Dram, The, 97
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CONTENTS.
PAGE
PAGE
Lawyer and the Vendue Master,
The,
Leaving Off Gradually,
Lecturer and the Rumseller, The, . 98 Moderation,
Mock Funeral, The,
113
•
100 Moderate Drinking,
105 Moderately,
117
114
114
Lesson, A,
Liberty, Advocates for,
103
Monkey and the Liquor, The,
113
16
Moral Suasion of Rumsellers,
•
115
License, A, no Justification at the
Mother and the Daughter, The,
117
Bar of God,
96
·
Licensed to Sell,
ΙΟΟ
•
•
Mother and Her Son on the Power
of Good Advice, The,
118
•
•
Licensed Taverns a Curse,
Lincoln, Abraham,
•
Line, Crossing the,
Literary Man's Request, The,
·
Little Beggar Boy, The,
IOI Mother, The Cruel and Unnatural,
96 Narrow Escape,
26 National Temperance Conventions, 186
105 New Rum Color,
97 Newkirk, Mathew, Esq., and Henry
24
119
118
Little Boy's Dream, A,
•
105
Clay,
. 113
Little Boy and His Mother, The,
•
104 Nip of Sling, A,
. 118
•
Little End of the Horn, The,
89
Not a Drop More!"
• 119
Little Mary and Her Drunken Fa-
Not a Man among Them,
•
119
ther,
99
Not Matches,
118
·
97
Nott, Dr., and His Friend,
118
98
Novel Way, A, to Cure Drunken-
•
104
ness,
•
. 120
15
122
•
Little Jane and Her Father,
Lippard, George, the Author, .
Looking out for the Poor-House,
Lord Stanhope and Father Mathew, 101
Lost Babe, The,
Lost Captain, The,
Lost Found, The,
•
104
106
102
•
Magistrate and the Victim, The, . 113
Mahometan Drunkard,
Man on Fire, A,
Marsh, Rev. John, and his Ordina-
tion,
Marshall, Hon. Thomas F.,
Matthew Newkirk, Esq., and
ry Clay,
Mayor and the Irishman, The,
Measure, Ale and Beer,
Office, The Applicant for,
Officer and his Maniac Wife, The,
Old Highlander and the Strong
Dose, The,
Old Lady and Her Turkeys, The,
Old Patriot, The,
Olmstead, Prof., and Abel Bishop,
One More Spree,
Opposition-Selling Cheaper,
116
•
116
•
106 | Only Daughter, The,
•
108 Only One Fault,
Hen-
•
113 Orphan Asylum, The,
•
117 Outside Barbarian, The,
13
Oysters were Bad, The,
Painter and His Son, The,
•
108
•
117
The,
Mercenary Landlord and the Sailor,
The,
Merchant Tailor and the Custom-
er, The .
Merciless Rumseller, The,
Methodist Distillery, A,
•
Missionary and the Indian, The,
Mistake, A,
122
•
•
. 125
123
120
•
124
124
122
. 121
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124
122
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125
. 126
33
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127
•
115
Hearer,
. 127
•
117 Physician and the Patient, The,
. 126
112 Pithy Logic,
· 127
Patient, The Doctor and his,
Patient Wiser than his Physician,
114 Phillips, The Rev. Dr., and his
CONTENTS.
xi
Pledged, .
Pockets,
•
Pointed Sermons,
Poor Jack !
Practical Illustrations,
Professor Olmstead and Abel Bi-
shop,
•
Professor Goodrich, and low his
Eyes were Opened,
PAGE
144
PACE
127 Rum and Missionaries,
127 Rum and Ruin,
•
146
•
127 Rum Slavery,
•
137
125 Rumseller, A Mark upon the,
139
128
120
•
Rumseller a Good Citizen, A,
Rumseller and the Devil, The,
Rumseller and His Victim, The,
Rumsellers and Russians,
•
134
140
. 135
• 136
137
145
•
•
134
•
Prosy Brother, Dr. Lyman Beecher
and the,
Quaker and the Drunkard, The,
Quintessence of Meanness, The,
Railroad to Ruin,
Ralph the Soldier,
Rash Young Man, The,
Real Grit,
Rear-Admiral Foote,
Red Curtains,
•
Red Eyes,
Red-faced Lawyer, The,
•
•
•
•
Red-Nosed Man and the Cheese,
57 Rumseller's Wife, The,
Rumseller's Prayer,
16 Rumseller Cursed, The,
128 Rumseller and His Customers, The, 134
128 Rumseller, The Modern,
. 133 Rumseller and His Sons, The,
141 Rumseller Remembered, The,
141 Rumseller not a Reputable
. 137
son, A, .
51 Rumseller's Devices, The,
136 Rumseller's Diary, The,
137 Rumseller's Dream, The,
•
139
Per-
Sad Case of Ruin by Rum,
Sad End of an Eloquent Lawyer,
Sad Picture of Intemperate Minis-
. 133
•
135
. 133
132
. 133
The,
Reformed Judge, The,
Regular Practitioner, A,
Religion and Rum,
•
. 132
139
. 160
•
164
. 139
. 130
ters,
. 156
•
. 137
Sailor Beggar, The,
. 167
•
. 137
Sailor and his Mother's Bracelet,
138
The,
•
147
Salvation, what is Needed,
211
•
16
Sands, Daniel H., .
•
149
•
138 Sargent, Lucius Manlius,
•
. 147
•
130 Sculptor, The,
•
•
138 Seven Last Plagues, The,
135 Sewall, Doctor Thomas,
145 Shawhan, Mr., and His Last Barrel, 165
•
154
. 161
·
149
Remarkable Man, A,
Remedy, The Ancient Philosopher
and the,
Remedy for Drunkenness,
Result of the First Drop, The,
Results of Perseverance,
Retailer and His Victim, The,
Retort, Cool,
Rev. Edward T. Taylor,
•
171
Shield of Law, The,
•
167
Rev. Lebbeus Armstrong and his
Father,
Shocked at His own Portrait,
. 156
14
Sights of a Day,
. 159
Richard Weaver, the Prize-Fighter, 197
Riley, General,
Robber, The Drunkard and the,
•
Sign Cut Down,
155
131 Sign Fallen Down,
. 155
39 Significant Names,
•
. 154
Rose, Judge, and his Daughter,
Ruling Passion, The,
93 Singular Death, A, .
. 153
137 Singular Experience of a Young
Ruling Passion Strong in Trouble, 141 Man,
158
Rum,
128 Singular Request,
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CONTENTS.
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159
159
•
Sorrow-Stricken Family, The,
Spiritual Facts,
165 The Drunkard and his Dying
Squire Jenkinson and his Nightcap, 162
Stanhope, Lord, and Father Ma-
The Drunkard's Will,
PAGE
Sister's Kindness, A,
158 Terrible Accusation,
Sixpence a Day,
. 160
Six Sermons on Intemperance, Dr.
PAGE
180
Terrible Case of Delirium Tremens, 173
Terrible Results from a Small Cause, 175
Beecher and his,
.
18
Testimony, A Drunkard's,
Social Glass, The,
161 The Choice,
Son of a Moderate Drinker, The,
•
162 "The Devil's Blood,"
Sorrow, A Tale of,
•
40
30
43
Daughter,
38
39
thew,
. 101
The Eloquent Congressman, the
Hon. Thomas F. Marshall,
The Murdered Wife,
108
•
•
. 202
Star and the Moon, The,
. 158
The Two Young Men and the Rev.
Startling Example, A,
Starched,
Stranger in the Place, A,
•
Stealing a Penny Loaf,
Stocking Weaver, The,
Swallowing Fifteen Cows,
Swift, Dean, and the Weaver,
Take Time by the Forelock,
Taking a Day to Himself,
Tale of Woe, A,
Newman Hall,
157
161 The Work of "An Honest Dealer," 199
155
. 163
•
The Young Collegian, the Young
Lady, and the Glass of Wine, 208
. 153 The Young Man who Just Drop-
154
ped In,
· 209
163 Theatricals and Mr. Gough,
•
. 177
180
185 Three Children, The,
175 Thrilling Adventure of a Young
•
210
174
Lady,
Tapering Off,
•
174
Ticket, The Wrong,
Taverns Seven Hundred Years Ago,
Tavern-Keeper and the Drunkard's
169
Time to Quit,
Tip-Top Life,
•
Bible, The,
182
Toper's Opinion, The,
Taylor, Father, and the Insolent
Rowdy,
•
Taylor, General Zachary,
. 170
Taylor, Rev. Edward T.,
•
Teetotaler and his Medicine,
Total Abstinence,
169 Total Abstinence Pledge, Prof.
Goodrich on the,
171 Touching Appeal,
171
Teetotaler and the Drunkard, The, 175
Temperance Boy and the Lady, The, 169
Temperance Converts,
Tragedy, The Last,
Tragic Event, A,
Temperance Conventions, National, 186 | Trumbull, John,
•
172
. 176
· 176
. 176
. 175
184
58
•
174
. 176
. 179
Tremendous Appeal,
. 173
. 181
Tremens, Delirium,
180
•
•
Temperance Declaration of Inde-
Truth Forcibly Spoken,
•
pendence,
. 169 Truth Mated, A,
Temperance Movements,
. 184 Two Drunkards Reformed,
Temperance Organizations,
. 187
Two Physicians, The,
Temperance Pledge, The Oldest,
169
Two Sailers, The,
Temperance and Politics,
180
Ultra, Not,
Temperance Society and Sambo,
Unwise Father and his Ruined Son,
The,
185
The,
179
174
169
172
. 175
· 175
190
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185
CONTENTS.
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PAGE
PAGE
Use for a Refrigerator, New,
Value of a Fortune,
Vanquishing Misery,
190 William Wirt and the Young Lady, 196
•
•
•
192. Wine, Good and Bad,
Ventriloquist, the Irishman and the
Priest, The,
Very Polite,
•
Washerwoman and the Lady, The,
Washington Irving, Gentleman
•
•
190 Wine of Judea,
Wine the Mocker,
191 Wine-Dealer and his Wife, The,
•
192 Wine-Drinking,
•
• 198
•
• 198
199
200 Wine-Drinking Clergyman and the
Broken-Hearted Father, The
83 Wine-Drinking Lady and her Son,
The,
•
193
Dick, and the Cider,
Washingtonian Movement,
Weaver, Richard, the Prize-Fighter, 197 Wine-Drinking Pastor, The,
What a Little Indulgence Can Do, 195
What a Whiskey Barrel contains, 197
What the Pastor Saw,
When is a Man Drunk?
•
•
"When the Wine is In, the Wit is
Out,"
Whiskey Cure, The,
Whiskey Indian,
White, Philip S., and the Inquisitive
Yankee,
Why a Governor Signed the Pledge,
Widow and the Poor-house, The,
Wife Pelting her Husband,
Will, The Drunkard's,
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AGAINST ALCOHOL.
The Voice of the Leading Medical
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Commission of Enquiry,
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Lessened Mortality of Teetotalers,
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National Prohibition,
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Small-Beer Calculation,
Spontaneous Combustion of Drunk-
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Wonderful Estimate Concerning
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CONTENTS.
Alcott, William A., M.D.,
Archer, Hon. Stevenson,
Armstrong, Rev. Lebbeus,
Baird, Rev. Robert, D.D.,
Baldwin, Mathias W.,
Barnes, Rev. Albert,
ROLL OF HONOR.
D.D.,
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Beecher, Rev. Lyman, D.D., .
Briggs, Hon. George N.,
Brown, Rev. Stephen D., D.D.,
Brown, Thurlow Weed,
Buckingham, Hon. William A.,
Burleigh, William H., Esq.,
Butler, Hon. Benjamin F.,
Caldwell, Professor Merritt,
Carey, Mathew, Esq.,
Cass, Hon. Lewis,
Channing, Rev. William
D.D.,
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Chapin, Rev. Calvin, D.D.,
Clarke, Davis W., D.D.,
Clarke, Dr. Billy J.,
Clarke, J. Henry, M.D.,
Cobleigh, Rev. Nelson E.,
Cocke, General John H.,
Conduit, Silas, M.D.,
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224 Fenton, Daniel, Esq.,
224 Fisk, Rev. Wilbur, D.D.,
224 Frelinghuysen, Hon. Theodore,
224 Geary, Hon. John W.,
224 Grant, Moses, Esq., of Boston,
225 Greeley, Hon. Horace,
225 Grundy, Hon. Felix,
225 Hagany, Rev. J. B., D.D.,
225 Hall, Hon. George,
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226 Hall, Hon. Judge Willard,
225 Harper, Hon. James,
226 Hawes, Rev. Joel, D.D.,
225 Hawkins, John H. W.,
225 Hewitt, Rev. Nathaniel, D.D.,
227 Hewlett, S. M.,
226 Hill, Dr. Asa,.
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Ellery,
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Cone, Rev. Spencer H., D.D,
Cranch, Judge William, .
Cravens, Rev. William,
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Houston, Hon. Samuel,
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226 Hunting, Dr. Amory,
. 226 Ives, Dr. A. W., of New York,
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227 Jay, Hon. William,
227 Joy, Benjamin,
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227 Lansing, Rev. D. C., D.D.,
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Darling, Hon. Joshua,
Davison, James,
Delavan, Edward C., Esq.,
De Witt, Rev. Thomas, D.D.,
Dickinson, Rev. Austin, .
Dickinson, Rev. Baxter,
Diehl, Rev. Israel S.,
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Dutton, Doctor,
Edwards, Rev. Justin, D.D.,
Ely, Ezra Styles, D.D.,
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228 Lumkin, Hon. Joseph H.,
228 Mann, Hon. Horace,
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229 McIlvaine, Rev. Charles P., late
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Merritt, Rev. Timothy,
Miller, Rev. Samuel, D.D.,
Morse, Rev. Jedediah, D.D.,
Mussey, Dr. Reuben D.,
Newkirk, Matthew, .
Ninde, Rev. William W.,
Norton, John T.,
Nott, Eliphalet, D.D., LL.D.,
Odiorne, Hon. George,
Pierce, Rev. Dr.,
Pierpont, Rev. John,
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.236 Strattan, Joel D.,
. 236 Stuart, Rev. Moses, D.D.,'
235 Tappan, John, Esq.,
237 Tappan, William B., Esq.,
237 Taylor, Edward T., .
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Phelps, Anson G., Esq.,
Potter, Alonzo, D.D., Bishop
Pennsylvania,
Prime, Rev. Nathaniel S., D.D.,
Rush, Benjamin, M.D.,
Sargent, Lucius Manlius,
Sewall, Dr. Thomas,
Smith, Gerrit, Esq.,
Smith, Hon. John Cotton,
Snow, Colonel E. L.,
Stacy, William R.,
Stewart, Alvan, Esq.,
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TEMPERANCE CYCLOPÆDIA.
Alexander the Great and his
Friend.
Alexander the Great, after a victory,
invited a number, and among others
his friend Clitus, to a banquet. Wine
was drunk very freely, and, after the
king had been drinking immoderately,
he praised himself and his wonderful
exploits, while at the same time he un-
dervalued others and detracted from
their glory. This disgusted many who
were present, and among others his
friend Clitus, who once saved the life
of the king by risking his own. Clitus,
being under the influence of wine, ani-
madverted on the conduct of the king,
him who should drink most. He who
conquered on this occasion was Proma-
chus, who swallowed fourteen measures
of wine; that is, eighteen or twenty
pints. After receiving the prize, which
was a crown worth a talent-i.e., about
a thousand crowns-he survived his
victory but three days. Of the rest of
the guests, forty died of their intempe-
rate drinking. "The end of these
things is death.”
Alexander the Conqueror Conquered.
Alexander was the conqueror of con-
querors, and was finally conquered by
an enemy who has gathered laurels
everywhere and triumphed in every
land.
and vindicated the character of some
whom he had detracted. This so ex-
asperated the king that he seized his
He was in Babylon, and there was
javelin and struck him with it, and laid
him dead at his feet.
banquet after banquet, entertainment
Instantly the banquet after
after entertainment. After having spent
king was horror-struck at the idea that
he had murdered his friend, who once
a whole night in carousing, a second
saved his life. He fell on the dead entertainment was proposed to him.
body of his murdered friend, seized the They met accordingly, and there were
javelin, and would have plunged it into twenty guests at the table. He drank
his own bosom had not his attendants to the health of every person in the
prevented. He passed that night and company, and then pledged them seve-
the next in tears, sighs, and groans. rally. After this, calling for Hercules'
For a time he was stretched speechless cup, which held six bottles, it was filled,
on the ground, only venting deep sighs. to a Macedonian of the company, Pro-
when he poured it all down, drinking
Such was his excessive grief that he
tried to starve himself to death. Mis- teas by name, and afterwards pledged
tried to starve himself to death. Mis-him again in the same enormous bum-
erable man, the picture of despair! No
wonder Rollin enquires, "What can be
meaner or more unworthy of a king
than drinking to excess? What can be
more fatal or bloody than the transports
of anger?" Alexander, who had con-
quered so many nations, was conquered
by these two vices, which throw a sha-
dow over his brilliant actions. "The
reason of this is," says Seneca, “he en-
deavored more to conquer others than
to subdue himself, not knowing that to
triumph over our passions is of all con-
quests the most glorious."
Alexander and the Crown.
Alexander, having invited several of
his friends and general officers to sup-
per, proposed a crown as a reward for
"
per. He had no sooner swallowed it
'Here,
then," says Seneca (describing the fatal
than he fell upon the floor.
effects of drunkenness), "is this hero,
invincible by all the toils of prodigious
marches; by the dangers of sieges and
combats; by the most violent extremes
of heat and cold-here he lies, con-
quered by his intemperance, and struck
to the earth by the fatal cup of Her-
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cules."
Thus fell the great hero, the mighty
conqueror, conquered by wine at the
age of thirty-two years.
Ale and Beer Measure.
One day, when the lesson was the
table called "Ale and Beer Measure,"
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a little boy, remarkable for his correct | a cheer as ony man need wish to sit
lessons, was quite unprepared.
er.
How is this, John?" said the teach-
"I thought it was no use," said
John.
"No use!" said the teacher.
No, sir; it's ale and beer measure,"
said John.
"I know it is," said the teacher.
Well, sir," said the little boy, "fa-
ther and I think it is no use to learn
about ale and beer, as we mean never
to buy, sell, or drink it."
down on. (Laughter.) Ah've plenty o'
meat in the house and plenty o' brass
in the pocket, and ah've a good pig a'
the stye (loud laughter); an' what's best
of all, they're all paid for, and not a
man in Safford can come an' ax me for
a farthing. (Applause.) Fooaks says
temperance societies does no good; but
they sud come and ax mah wife, and
she would tell them whether or not.
(Loud laughter.) Ah used to be alı
hated ommost to see her, and would
ha' killed her if ah durst; she could
get naught to put on; ah nivver had
ony comfort o' her. Noo there isn't a
man in all Safford looes his wife better
nor ah do (much laughter), nor has more
Fooaks says tempe-
comfort o' her.
rance societies does no good; but they
sud come and see mah children.'
(Loud laughter.) After describing the
improvement in their condition, the
poor man concluded with a recommen-
dation to others to do as he had done."
An Argument for Drinking.
"Now, I ax you fellers, who's the
best citizen, him as supports guvern-
ment, or him as doesn't? Why, him as
does, in course. We support guvern-
ment; every man as drinks supports
guvernment; that is, if he lickers at a
licensed house. Every blessed drop of
licker he swallows there is taxed to pay
the salary of them ere great officers,
such as mayors, and corporationers,
high-constables, presidents, and cus-
tom-house gentlemen. 'Spose we was
to quit drinking-why, guvernment
must fall; it couldn't help it, no how.
That's the very reason I drinks. I don't
like grog.
I mortally hates it. If I
follered my own inclination, I'd rather
drink buttermilk, or ginger-pop, or
Dearborn's sodywater. But I lickers
for the good of my country, to set an
example of patriotism and wirtus self-deed.' 'Indeed, it is,' was his reply,
denial to the risin' generation."-Straw
Sucker.
An Argument.
Many years ago the following ap-
peared in the Observer :
"At the second annual meeting of
York (Eng.) Temperance Society a
laboring man came forward, and, after
standing for some time, looking very
blank, as though he was not accustom-
ed to look so large an assembly in the
face, and secming as though he would
not be able to speak a word, began his
statement by saying, 'Ah've been one
o't' greatest drunkards and wickedest
sinners as ivver God let live.' He then
detailed the means which were rendered
efficacious in his reformation, and went
on to observe: 'Fooaks says tempe-
rance societies does no good; but let
them come to mah house, and they'll
see whether or not. Ah now ev as nice'
Rev. Lebbeus Armstrong and His
Father.
Mr. Armstrong, alluding to the above
pointed speech, says, considering the
piece well calculated to make an im-
pression, “I immediately went into the
room where my father was alone, and
read it to him, and then observed, Fa-
ther, this is a speech to the point in-
with tears rolling from his eyes. Well,'
said I, 'this address of the laborious
man will class well with an account,
published some years ago, of a man
who had long indulged in habits of in-
temperance, till his appetite forced him
uniformly to awake and rise in the
slumbering hours of the night to take
a draught from his bottle, and then he
would sleep comfortably till morning.
After rising one night, as usual, and
taking his bottle in his hand, instead of
drinking, he set it down, and thus ad-
dressed it: "Must I for ever be a slave
to you? And must you be my destroyer
for ever? No! I'll put an end to this
for ever."
Thus saying, he instantly
dashed his bottle to pieces, and ever
after was a temperate man.'
"To this account the old gentleman
listened with deep and solemn atten-
tion. I proceeded: 'Now, dear father,
public notice was given yesterday that
I would deliver a temperance address
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at the school-house, on East Line, on
the 26th. How much strength and
energy and effect would it add to that
address if I could be able to announce
that my father has thus disposed of
his jug of whiskey?' 'Bring it here,'
said the old man promptly, and I will
do it.'
My mother and wife were requested
to take their seat in the room where the
old gentleman sat. The half-gallon
stone jug, nearly half full of the poi-
sonous beverage, was next presented in
presence of the family. Move those
andirons apart,' said the old man, and
set the jug between them.' It was done
as he directed. Sitting in his chair, he
took his large, heavy, self-made, hard-
wood cane by the smallest end with
both hands, and, after looking earnestly
and silently at the object before him
during a few moments, as though he
was deliberating on the consequences
of the crisis, he thus addressed the jug:
'I'll be a slave to you no longer.' Thus
saying, with his might he smote the jug
with the head of his cane, which dashed
it in pieces into the fire. As the con-
tents flamed up the chimney, in lucid
demonstration that the poisonous com-
position was made to burn and not to
drink, he exclaimed: 'That is well
done; I'll never drink another drop of
spirituous liquor during my life!'
"That same hour he subscribed his
name to the Family Temperance Pledge
with his own trembling hand, dated
February 16, 1833.”
Mr. Armstrong said: "Will you give
me leave, father, to make such use of
this transaction as I deem proper for
the promotion of the cause of tempe-
rance?" He replied with much ear-
nestness and affection: "Lebbeus, I
have done my duty; make such use
of it as you please."
Armstrong and His Neighbor.
Mr. Armstrong had an intemperate
neighbor who told him he could not re-
frain himself from the use of rum; the
thing was impossible. Mr. Armstrong,
in order to convince him of his mistake,
said: " Suppose, in your presence, I
should put a sufficient quantity of ar-
senic into your jug of rum to produce
certain death by the use of one table-
spoonful, and there was no other liquor
within one hundred miles of you, how
long would your jug stand by you be
fore you drank of it?" He acknow-
ledged that under such circumstances
he should never taste of its contents.
In this case a full conviction was pro-
duced that nothing was wanting to re-
frain from strong drink but a resolution;
and the want of this baffled all convic-
tion, and the man continued to be a
drunkard. A few years after, in at-
tempting to cross the Hudson River in
a boat, on his way home from a store,
with a jug of rum and a drunken son
with him, both in a state of intoxica-
tion, a high wind upset the boat; his
jug was saved in a bag tied fast in the
boat, but the drunkards were both
drowned!
The Applicant for Office.
A good story is told of Judge Col-
It
lamer when Postmaster-General.
seems that he formed a resolution not
to appoint anybody who was addicted
to strong drink. An applicant for office
presented himself, with recommenda-
tions, etc., all in orderly array. Colla-
mer very coolly asked the applicant if
he drank whiskey, which the latter mis-
understood for an invitation to take
some.
No, I thank you," replied he;
"I would prefer a glass of brandy and
water." His appointment did not ap-
pear in the papers.
The Aid of Whiskey.
An atrocious crime was committed,
in which an unfortunate man by the
name of Shaes was burnt to death. A
young man, not twenty years of age,
was implicated in the crime, and he
was asked how it was possible that he
could commit such a crime.
He an-
swered: "By the aid of whiskey I could
commit twenty others like it."
Ancestral Dispute.
The late Mr. Huddlestone believed
himself to be lineally descended from
Athelstane, of which his name was al-
lowed to be an undeniable corruption,
and, among others, by the late Duke of
Norfolk. These two worthies often
met over a bottle to discuss the respec-
tive pretensions of their pedigrees; and
on one of these occasions, when Mr.
Huddlestone was dining with the duke,
the discussion was prolonged till the
descendant of the Saxon kings fairly
rolled from his chair upon the floor.
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;
One of the younger members of the fam-
ily hastened, by the duke's desire,
to re-establish him, but he sternly re-
pelled the proffered hand of the cadet.
Never," he hiccoughed out," shall it
be said that the head of the house of
Huddlestone was lifted from the ground
by a younger branch of the house of
Howard." 'Well, then, my good old
friend," said the good-natured duke,
"I must try what I can do for you my-
self. The head of the house of Howard
is too drunk to pick up the head of the
house of Huddlestone, but he will lie
down beside him with all the pleasure
in the world." So saying, the duke also
took his place upon the floor.
Advocates for Liberty.
A bystander at the polls in a certain
town, when the question of license or
no license was taken, remarks:
It has been really amusing to listen
to the dialogues which have taken place
at the polls between these strenuous
advocates for liberty. Says the seller:
They want to take away the liberties
They want to take away the liberties
of the people." Jist so 'zactly,'
responds the toper at his elbow. Says
another: "It will produce a civil war
if they continue to urge on their mad
scheme." "That 'twill," replies the
toper;" and they'll see the co-co-cold
lead fly-'fore they-hic-know it." In
one corner, surrounded by a group of
gaping fools, you might have seen a
modern Solomon explaining the license
law, while at every pause the listeners
bowed their heads in assent, which was
as happy a home as there is in the city,
and my children watch for my coming.
I have good wages, and I don't spend
my earnings at the corner grocery.
You go and ask my wife, if you want to
know what religion has done for me."
The Ancient Philosopher and the
Remedy.
Anacharsis, the philosopher, being
asked by what means a man might best
guard against the vice of drunkenness,
he made answer: "By bearing con-
stantly in his view the loathsome, in-
decent behavior of such as are intoxi-
cated in this manner." Upon this prin-
ciple probably was founded the custom
of the Lacedemonians of exposing their
drunken slaves to their children, who
by that means conceived an carly aver-
sion to a vice which makes men appear
so monstrous and irrational.
Dr. Lyman Beecher.
Beecher family, well known on both
Dr. Lyman Beecher, father of the
sides of the Atlantic, was distinguished
talents. The Beecher family are dis-
for his keen wit and for his splendid
tinguished, like their noble father, for
their wit. He will long be remembered
as one of the uncompromising enemies
of intemperance, and as one of the noble
Pioneers of temperance. His autobi-
The following specimens of his wit are
ography reads like a tale of chivalry.
taken from that work, and afford a fair
indication of his keenness in repartee
The
by no means a difficult matter, as their work is one to be read by young and
and his felicity of illustration.
necks were very limber. Says I to my-old with pleasure and profit.
self, in a low tone, Of course you
know.
Ask My Wife.
A notorious character was converted.
His former associates taunted him with
being a hypocrite. He replied: If
you want to know whether I have got
religion, go and ask my wife. I was a
brutal vagabond, squandering what little
I earned in drink. My poor wife at
midnight could be seen hovering around
drinking-places, trying to get me home,
and then I would curse and swear at
her, and sometimes beat her almost to
death. My children fled from me as
they would from a tiger, and hid when
I came into the house. Now I have got
Dr. Beecher and the Prosy Brother.
Dr. Beecher, while listening to a
weak and prosy argument in a presby-
tery, whispered to a clerical brother
near him: "I had rather be before that
gun than behind it."
Dr. Beecher and the Sceptic.
He was upon a steamboat on the North
River, when a scoffing sceptic drew a
crowd around him by his loud talk in
showing up what he called the contra-
dictions of the Bible-among others,
that Judas was represented as having
hung himself, and also in having fallen
headlong, and bursting in the fall. Hav-
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ing stated the case, he asked in a tri-
umphant tone: "How can you recon- |
cile these conflicting statements?"
"Why, sir," said the doctor, who was
listening with others, "the rope broke,
I suppose."
"How do you know?" said he.
"How do you know it didn't?" said
never attend another ordination of the
kind. I was full.”
This was what woke up the giant;
this aroused the lion, and he shook
himself and roared. This made him the
great battle-axe of the temperance refor-
mation.
the doctor; and that dashed him. The Dr. Beecher and the General Asso-
company laughed, and the sceptic sub-
sided.
ciation.
There had been so much alarm
on the subject of intemperance, that
at the General Association of Con-
necticut, which met at Fairfield in 1811,
a committee of three were appointed to
make enquiries and report measures to
remedy the evil.
Dr.
Dr. Beecher was a member of the
General Association which met, the
year following, at Sharon, in June,
1812, when said committee reported.
They said they had attended to the sub-
Dr. Beecher and the Ordinations.
It is refreshing to read how Dr.
Beecher got his eyes open to the most
tremendous evil that has ever cursed
our world. 'Tis appalling to see the
early habits of clergymen who should
have had pure hands as well as clean
hearts. The whole thing appears like
a fable; and yet it was a terrible reality.
In the year 1812 Dr. Beecher was set-
tled in Litchfield; and soon after his ar-ject committed to their care; that in-
rival there he was called to attend an
ordination of Mr. Heart, at Plymouth.
He says there was a broad sideboard
covered with decanters, and bottles, and
sugar, and pitchers of water, at Mr.
Heart's. There we found all the various
kinds of liquor then in vogue. The
drinking was apparently universal. The
preparation was by the society, of
course. When the consociation arrived,
they always took something to drink
around; also before public services,
and always on their return. As they
could not all drink at once, they were
obliged to stand aside as people do
when they go to mill.
There was a decanter of spirits also
on the dinner-table to help digestion;
and gentlemen partook of it through the
afternoon and evening, as they felt the
need, some more and some less; and
the sideboard, with the spillings of
water, and sugar, and liquor, looked and
smelled like the bar of a very active
grog-shop.
None of the consociation were drunk;
but that there was not at times a con-
siderable amount of exhilaration I can-
not affirm.
temperance had been for some time in-
creasing in a most alarming manner;
but that, after the most faithful and
prayerful enquiry, they were obliged to
confess they did not perceive that any-
thing could be done.
This excited the holy indignation of
Beecher.
He says: "The blood started through
my veins when I heard this, and I rose
instanter, and moved that a committee
of three be appointed immediately to
report at this meeting the ways and
means of arresting the tide of intempe-
rance."
The committee was ordered, and
Beecher was chairman, and the next
day he brought in a report, which in
after-years he considered the most im-
portant document he ever wrote.
The report was thoroughly discussed
and adopted, and a thousand copies
ordered to be printed. He says he was
not only headstrong, but heartstrong.
The results were glorious. Ardent
spirits were banished from ecclesiasti-
cál meetings; ministers had preached
on the subject; the churches had gen-
erally approved of the design; the use
He also attended the ordination of of spirits in family and private circles
Mr. Harvey, in Goshen, where the same had diminished; the attention of the
scenes were enacted. He says: "These community had been awakened; the
two meetings were near together, and tide of public opinion had turned; far-
in both my alarm and shame and in- mers and mechanics had begun to dis-
dignation were intense. 'Twas that use spirits; the legislature had taken
woke me up for the war; and silently action in favor of the enterprise; a so-
took an oath before God that I wouldciety for the reformation of morals had
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been established, and ecclesiastical
bodies in other States had commenced
efforts against the common enemy.
From that time the temperance move-
ment went on.
Dr. Beecher and Dr. Dwight.
After the action of the consociation in
regard to intemperance, the noble Dr.
Timothy Dwight, while he approved of
their zeal, and felt the necessity of
strong action, feared that his younger
brethren in the ministry might transcend
"the sanction of public sentiment";
but with a heavenly smile, peculiarly
his own, he added: "If my young
friends think it best to proceed, God
forbid that I should oppose or hinder
them or withhold my suffrage!"
Breathing-Holes of Hell.
Dr. Beecher, in a sermon, employed
this tremendous expression to desig-
nate those haunts of dissipation and vice
where the wicked delight to congregate
in our cities. The scene presented be-
fore the mind is the bottomless pit, as
a heated furnace, having its air-holes,
from whence its blasphemies issue, and
around which the congenial and pre-
paring heats of earth delight to hover.
Thence peculiarly the ministers of evil
come forth to ply the work of tempta-
tion and bind the victims for their
doom. This title, to the spiritually-
minded, appears appropriately and in-
delibly inscribed over the drinking,
gambling, and degrading establish-
ments which are so numerous among
us. Those who frequent the theatre
and its kindred haunts are in more in-
timate companionship with the fearful
lost than they are apt to imagine. Let
the blinding veil of mortality be drawn
aside, and a spiritual scenery of most
appalling nature would be revealed
around the stage, the bar-room, and the
billiard-table. "O my soul! come not
thou into their secret; unto their as-
sembly, mine honor, be not thou unit-
ed!"
Dr. Beecher and his Six Sermons on
Intemperance.
Dr. Beecher blew the great trumpet
of the temperance reformation. These
sermons were most masterly. They are
like sentences of fire. Never were the
((
woes," "sorrows," "babblings," "red-
ness of eyes," and all the terrible evils
of intemperance more graphically de-
scribed. The portrait of Alcohol is cor-
rectly drawn, and it is horribly exact.
Dr. Beecher describes the occasion
that called them forth. He was then
pastor of the Congregational church at
Litchfield, Conn. :
There was a neighborhood, about four
miles out, where I used to preach on
Sabbath afternoons and have a lecture.
There lived a gentleman and his wife,
who were both converted in a revival of
religion. He was nearly the first male
convert I had after I went to Litchfield,
and was always affectionate and kind.
'Twas my home there when I went out
to preach and spend the night. He
gave me more presents than any two or
three, and was one of my most useful
and excellent young men. The meet-
ings were discontinued for a while;
then I preached at his house again. I
was gone out from the house for a
while, and on my return he was in bed
and his wife weeping. I felt a shock
of presentiment. I drew my chair up
by her side, and enquired: "What is
the matter?" "Oh! matter enough,"
said she. "Who is it? Is it your fa-
ther?" I knew he had some liabilities
that way. She told me it was her hus-
band too. "Is it possible, is it possi-
ble? Yes, it is possible !"
I thought, as I rode home, it is now
or never. I must go about it immedi-
ately, or there is no chance for their
salvation. These sermons I had pro-
jected early. I began the next Sabbath,
and continued as fast as I could write
them-one every Sabbath. I wrote
under such a power of feeling as never
before or since. They took hold of the
whole congregation. Sabbath after
Sabbath the interest grew, and became
the most absorbing thing ever heard of
before-a wonder of weekly conversa-
tion and interest, and, when I got
through, of eulogy. All the old far-
mers that brought in wool to sell, and
used to set up their cart-whips at the
groggery, talked about it, and said
many of them would never drink
again.
"The father was reserved, but the
son was carried away."
X
In the sermons Dr. Beecher enquir-
cd: What, then, is this universal,
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TEMPERANCE CYCLOPÆDIA.
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natural, and national remedy for intem- | he. "My demijohn is nearly empty, and
perance ?"
"It is the banishment of ardent spi-
rits from the list of lawful articles of
commerce by a correct and efficient
public sentiment, such as has turned
slavery out of one-half of our land, and
will yet expel it from the world."
He concludes with these burning
words, that seem to have been almost
inspired:
"Oh! were the sky over our heads
one great whispering-gallery, bringing
down upon all the lamentation and woe
which intemperance creates, and the
firm earth one sonorous medium of
sound, bringing up around us from be-
neath the wailings of the damned
whom the commerce in ardent spirits
had sent thither-these tremendous
realities, assailing our senses, would in-
vigorate our conscience and give de-
cision to the purpose of reformation.
But these evils are as real as if the stone
did cry out of the wall and the beam
answered it; as real as if, day and night,
wailings were heard in every part of
the dwelling, and blood and skeletons
were seen upon every wall; as real as
if the ghostly forms of departed vic-
tims flitted about the ship as she pass-
ed over the billows, and showed them-
selves nightly about stores and distille-
ries, and, with unearthly voices, scream-
ed in our ears their loud lament. They
are as real as if the sky over our heads
collected and brought down upon us all
the notes of sorrow in the land, and the
firm earth should open a passage for
the wailings of despair to come up from
beneath."
The effect of these tremendously
thrilling and eloquent sermons was
powerful indeed.
I'm not going to fill it again." He spoke
with such an air of seriousness as I had
not before observed, and it impressed
me, and I asked him what it mean-
what had changed his feelings.
Why," said he, "I had a short time
since a visit from my brother, who stat-
ed to me a fact that more deeply im-
pressed and affected me than anything
I recollect to have heard upon the sub-
ject, in any temperance speech I ever
heard or read.
"In my neighborhood is a gentleman
of my acquaintance, well educated, who
once had some property, but is now re-
duced-poor. He has a beautiful and
lovely wife-a lady of cultivation and
refinement-and a most charming
daughter.
"This gentleman had become decid-
edly intemperate in his habits, and had
fairly alarmed his friends in regard to
him. At one time, when a number of
his former associates were together,
they counselled as to what could be
done for him. Finally, one of them
said to him, 'Why don't you send your
daughter away to a certain distinguish-
ed school?' which he named.
Oh! I cannot,' said he, 'it is out
of the question. I am not able to bear
the expense. Poor girl! I wish I
could.'
Well,' said his friend, if you will
sign the temperance pledge, I will be at
all the expense of her attending school
for one year.'
"What does this mean?' said he.
'Do you think me in danger of becom-
ing a drunkard ?'
"No matter,' said his friend, 'about
that now, but I will do as I said.'
"' And I,' said another, 'will pay the
rent of your farm a year, if you will
sign the pledge.'
"Well, these offers are certainly libe-
Gov. Briggs's Speech-The Power of ral; but what do they mean? Do you
Example.
I recollect one member of Congress
who was always rallying me about our
Congressional Temperance Society.
"
Briggs," he used to say, I'm going
to join your Temperance Society as
soon as my demijohn is empty." But
just before it became empty he always
filled it again, At one time, towards the
close of the session, he said to me:
"I'm going to sign the pledge when I
get home. I am in earnest," continued
think me in danger of becoming a
drunkard? What can it mean? But,
gentlemen, in view of your liberality, I
will make an offer. I will sign if you
will !'
"This was a proposition they had not
considered, and were not very well
prepared to meet ; but for his sake they
said they would, and did sign, and he
with them.
"And now for the first time the truth
poured into his mind, and he saw his
condition, and sat down bathed in tears,
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Now,' said he, 'gentlemen, you
must go and communicate these facts
to my wife. Poor woman! I know she
will be glad to hear it, but I cannot tell
her.'
"Two of them started for that purpose.
The lady met them at the door, pale and
trembling with emotion.
'What,' she enquired, 'is the matter?
What has happened to my husband?'
They bid her dismiss her fears, assur-
ing her that they had come to bring her
tidings of her husband-but good tid-
ings, such as she would be glad to hear.
have no more solicitude in reference to
your becoming a drunkard. I shall
spend no more wakeful midnight hours.
I shall no more steep my pillow in
tears.'
"Now for the first time truth shone
upon his mind, and he folded to his
bosom his young and beautiful wife,
and wept with her.
Now, I can't stand these facts, and
I am going to sign the pledge."
Your husband has signed the tem- Cyrus and His Grandfather.
perance pledge-yes, signed in good
faith.'
Xenophon relates an interesting
"The joyous news nearly overcame her circumstance, relative to Cyrus, which
-she trembled with excitement-wept occurred during a visit which the latter
freely, and, clasping her hands devotion-made, when a boy, to his maternal grand-
ally, she looked up to heaven and thank- father, Astyages. Cyrus was asked by
ed God for the happy change. 'Now,'
said she, I have a husband as he once
was in the days of our early love.'
"But this was not what moved me,
said the gentleman. There was in the
same vicinity another gentleman-a
generous, noble soul-married young
-married well-into a charming family,
and the flower of it. His wine-drink-
ing habits had aroused the fears of his
friends, and one day, when several of
them were together, one said to another,
'Let us sign the pledge.' 'I will if
you will,' said one to another, till all
had agreed to it, and the thing was
done.
"This gentleman thought it rather a
small business, and felt a little sensitive
about revealing to his wife what he had
done. But on returning home, he said
to her:
his grandfather why he did not swallow
some of the wine? "Because truly,"
replied the youth, "I was afraid there
had been poison mixed with the cup
for, when you feasted your friends up-
on your birthday, I plainly found the
Sacæan (slave) had poured you out all
poison." "And how, child," replied
Astyages, "did you know this?" "Tru-
ly," said Cyrus, "because I saw you all
disordered in body and mind; for, first,
what you did not allow us boys to do
that you did yourselves, for you all
bawled together, and could learn noth-
ing of each other; then you fell to sing-
ing very ridiculously, and, without at-
tending to the singer, you swore he sang
admirably; then every one telling stories
of his own strength, you rose and fell to
dancing, but without all rule and meas-
ure, for you could not so much as keep
yourself upright; then you all entirely
forgot yourselves, you that you were
king, and they that you were their
Mary, my dear, I have done what
have done what I
fear will displease you.'
'Well, what is it?'
Why, I have signed the temperance governor; and then, for the first time, I
pledge.'
Have you?'
"Yes, I have, certainly.'
Watching his manner as he replied,
and reading in it sincerity, she entwin-
ed her arms around his neck, laid her
head upon his bosom, and burst into
tears. Her husband was affected deeply
by this conduct of his wife, and said:
Mary, don't weep; I did not know
it would afflict you so, or I would not
have done it. I will go and take my
name off immediately.'
"Take your name off! said she.
No, no! let it be there. I shall now
discovered that you were celebrating
a festival, where all were allowed to talk
with equal liberty, for you never ceased
talking."
The Court of Death.
Death, the King of Terrors, was deter-
mined to choose a prime minister; and
his pale courtiers, the ghastly train of
diseases, were all summoned to attend,
when each preferred his claim to the
honor of this illustrious office.
Fever urged the numbers he had
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destroyed; cold Palsy set forth his
pretensions by shaking all his limbs;
and Dropsy, by his swelled, unwieldy
carcass. Gout hobbled up, and alleged
his great power in reaching every joint;
and Asthma's inability to speak was a
strong though silent argument in favor
of his claim. Stone and Colic pleaded
their violence; Plague, his rapid pro-
gress in destruction; and Consumption,
though slow, insisted that he was sure.
In the midst of this, the court was
disturbed with the noise of music,
dancing, feasting, and revelry, when
immediately entered a lady, with a bold,
lascivious air, and a flushed and jovial
countenance. She was attended on one
hand by a troop of cooks and baccha-
nals, and on the other by a train of
wanton youths and damsels, who danc-
ed, half-naked, to the softest musical
instruments. Her name was Intemper-
ance.
place, drank deeply in honor of their
beloved, sometimes equalling the num-
ber of cups to that of the letters form-
ing her name, which, if the custom
prevailed so early, would account for
Ægisthos's being a sot. Sometimes,
however, taking the hint from the num-
ber of the Graces, they were satisfied
with three goblets; but, when an excuse
for drinking "pottle deep" was sought,
they chose the Muses for their patrons,
and honored their mistresses' names
with three times three. This is the
number of cheers with which favor-
ite political toasts are received at our
public dinners, though every one who
fills his bumper, and cries Hip, hip,
hip, hurrah!" on these occasions, is
probably not conscious that he is keep-
ing up an old pagan custom in honor of
the Muses.-St. John's Ancient Greece.
Giles's Distillery.
She waved her hand, and thus ad-
dressed the crowd of diseases: "Give Rev. George B. Cheever and Deacon
way, ye sickly band of pretenders, nor
dare to vie with my superior merits in'
the service of this great monarch. Am
I not your parent-the author of your
being? Do you not derive the power of
shortening human life almost wholly
from me? Who, then, so fit as myself
for this important office ?"
The grisly monarch grinned a smile
of approbation, placed her at his right
hand, and she immediately became his
principal favorite and prime minister.
Classic Origin of the "Three Times
Three" of Modern Topers.
Amid the enjoyments of the festive
board, they recall to mind the friends of
other days; and, having first performed
libations to the gods, those best and
purest of friends, drank to the health
and prosperity of former associates,
now far removed by circumstances; and
this they did, not in the mixed bever-
age which formed their habitual pota-
tions, but in pure wine. There was
something extremely delicate in this
idea; for tacitly it intimated that their
love placed the objects of it almost on
a level with their divinities, in whose
honor, also, on these occasions, a small
portion of the wine was spilt in liba-
tions upon the earth. The young, in
whose hearts a sweetheart held the first
George B. Cheever is a genius. He
carly espoused the cause of temperance,
and has ever been its unyielding cham-
pion. Many years ago, when quite a
young man, he published in a news-
paper called the Salem Landmark, in
New England, a dream entitled "Dea-
con Amos Giles's Distillery." It was
very graphic, true to life, horribly exact.
This stirred up the wrath of the dis-
tiller. His craft was in danger, and
he was ready to cry out, "Great is
Diana of the Ephesians." He prosecut-
ed Mr. Cheever for libel. Cheever
was tried, found guilty, condemned by
the jury, and sentenced to imprisonment
for a few days. But it was a tremen-
dous blow at distilling, from which it
never recovered.
Young Cheever then brought out
"Deacon Jones's Brewery; or, The Dis-
tiller turned Brewer.”
In it he represented demons dancing
round the boiling caldron, and casting
in the most noxious and poisonous
drugs:
"Round about the caldron go:
In the poisoned entrails throw;
Drugs that in the coldest veins
Shoot incessant fiery pains
Herbs that, brought from hell's black door,
Do its business slow and sure.
Ai in chorus:
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn and caldron bubble.”
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The Rev. Henry Chase.
Mr. Chase was the far-famed sailor
preacher in Roosevelt Street, New York,
for many years. He is known all over
the world. He perfectly understood
the character of sailors, how to address
them, how to deal with them.
I was with him when he was dying,
and I preached his funeral sermon.
THE SAILOR WHO GOT ANCHORED.
Mr. Chase was preaching one day, and
a drunken sailor, who knew him well,
and often heard him preach, came
staggering into the church in the midst
of Mr. Chase's sermon. He reeled
down the aisle first on one side and
then on the other. He attracted the
attention of the whole congregation,
and they were looking at him and not
at the preacher. Mr. Chase, as they
were not listening to him, stopped
preaching, and looked at the drunken
sailor. He was not so intoxicated but
what he knew why Mr. Chase had
paused in his preaching. He threw
himself into a seat and exclaimed, "Mr.
Chase, you can go on now.
"I will,
shipmate," said Mr. Chase, "for I per-
ceive now you have got anchored."
""
THE SAILOR AND LIBERTY.
"No, I spoke of another, but I think
it would do very well for you too."
"
Well, so I think myself, and I am
ashamed of it. So here, I'll knock off.
Give me a pen, let me sign your pledge.
May be I'm a little too drunk, but I'll
try." The secretary handed him a pen.
fall upon the page a large drop of ink.
In attempting to write his name he let
"There," he exclaimed, "that's a big
period; and a period marks the end of
a sentence, so here is an end of my
grog! Look at me, shipmates! You
think I'm pretty much gone by the
board, and so I am, but I begin to get
sober. I know what I have done; and
you may call me a liar if I don't give
grog a wide berth hereafter.”
The orator staggered to his seat,
amidst roars of laughter and shouts of
able whether he would keep his pledge
applause. It would be very question-
if he were not a sailor. But such is the
sailor's sense of honor that he is seldom
known to violate a vow. The Rev. Henry
Chase said that many sailors have signed
the pledge in a state of intoxication, and
adhered to it with sacred fidelity.
THE DRUNKEN SAILOR'S EXPERIENCE.
In Mr. Chase's Mariners' Church a
seaman gave an account of his conver-
sion, which occurred several years ago
On a fourth of July there was a tre-in this city. He had recently entered
mendous shower. It was almost a
young flood, and the gutters in Roosevelt
Street were full and overflowing. Mr.
Chase was going along the street, and
he saw a young sailor in the gutter, his
body under water, his head out.
was as happy as a king, crying out,
"Hurrah for Liberty." Mr. Chase said
to him, "Shipmate, reach me your hand,
and I'll help you to your liberty." He
refused any assistance till Mr. Chase
drew him out by main force and left
him on the walk, crying out at the top
of his voice, "Hurrah for Liberty."
port. Sunday morning he put on his
"best rig," and embarked for a pleasure
cruise about town. He had not gone far
before he met an old acquaintance, whom
he invited to join him. The latter re-
Heplied that he had learned the folly and
wickedness of drinking and carousing
and desecrating the Sabbath; that he
was now on his way to church, and
would be glad to have the company of
his friend.
THE DRUNKEN SAILOR AND THE PLEDGE.
A mariners' temperance meeting was
held in New York. While a gentleman
was addressing the people, an intoxi-
cated sailor came staggering up to him,
and, looking him earnestly in the face,
said to him, "You mean me, do you,
captain ?"
"So," said he, "to please Bob, I gave
up my frolic and went with him. But
I had not been in church fifteen minutes
side which raked me fore and aft. Mast
before Captain Chase gave me a broad-
and rigging went by the board, and I
thought the hull was sinking. I cut
loose before the amen, and hauled off
to get away from shipmate. Two nights
afterward Bob came for me, and took
me to church again. This time the
captain was harder with me than before.
He bore down upon me with all his
guns. Before the sermon was over I
Why, the yarn you were spinning was a total wreck, and every sea swept
about that old salt. Do you mean me?" I over me from stem to stern.'
"Mean you! What did I say about
you?"
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!
Charles Carroll of Carrollton.
Then he told us how he returned to | fights does to the harmlessness of war.
his lodgings, locked himself up, and
These old drunkards Dr. Hewitt
tried to pray, but found no comfort; used to call the DEVIL'S DECOY DUCKS.
how he went the next night to the the-
atre, but felt worse there than at church,
and the next night to a frolic, but could
neither drink nor dance away his sor-
rows; visited an old friend in Brook-
lyn; wandered in the woods of Long
There is much to admire in this
Island; remained there alone all night; signer of the Declaration of Indepen-
cursed; prayed; thought of putting an dence, who gave his residence with his
end to his wretched life, but was de- name, as much as to say, "If there is
terred by the fear of hell; the next any reproach connected with this I am
morning, weary and faint, made his ready to bear it, and any danger I am
way back to the city; Sabbath, repaired ready to face it-they will know where
again to the church; "seized a rope" to find me"; and there is much to ad-
which was thrown out to his drown-mire in his course in regard to tempe-
ing soul; was hauled on board the Gos-rance, and in his acknowledgment that
pel ship," in which he has been sailing he dare not use alcoholic stimulus.
ever since, in hope of "rounding the When Charles Carroll of Carroll-
cape of death, and making the harbor
of glory!"
It was the genuine eloquence of the
heart, and produced such an effect as is
seldom witnessed under the more pol-
ished oratory of the pulpit.
The Chairman of the Drinking-Club
and His Companions.
Much has been said and written
about the longevity of drunkards. And
some of them live long, and appear to
be pickled-preserved in strong drink;
but there is another side to this story.
Doctor Farre, of London, informed the
Parliamentary Committee on Drunken-
ness that he had met with this objection
by a ruddy old man of eighty-four, who
declared that for thirty years he had
been a reformed character, and that his
daily allowance consisted only of one
pint of brandy and six glasses of Madei-
ra! He was chairman (being the great-
est drinker) of the most notorious
drinking-club in London-contending
that drinking did not injure him. "I
was anxious," says Dr. Farre, " to en-
quire how many of his companions
were yet living.
This was the
touchstone of the old man's argument.
He acknowledged that there was not
one alive; candidly confessing that "he
had buried the whole club THREE TIMES.
Thus the fact of a few individuals liv-
ing to a good old age and indulging in
intemperance testifies nothing more in
favor of drinking than that of a soldier
passing unhurt through a hundred
"
""
ton was approaching his eightieth
year, and the infirmities of age began.
to be deeply felt, his numerous friends
earnestly recommended to him the daily
and regular use of a little brandy.
When he concluded to take brandy, he
determined that it should be with the
greatest caution; accordingly, he mea-
sured for himself, every day, a very
diluted with water. He would allow
small quantity, which he drank largely
no one to mix his grog, lest the quan-
tity of spirit should be inadvertently
increased. This habit continued for
some time, when, at an entertainment
given to his friends, it was observed
that his glass was no longer even faintly
tinged with brandy. Enquiry being
made, Mr. Carroll remarked:
"Gentle-
men, the experience of many years has
taught me that I can do without brandy;
and a trial of its use for a single year
has convinced me that if I continue it
I can by no means foresee what it will
do with me."
+J
Doctor Cumming and His Early
Companions.
Doctor Cumming is one of the most
eloquent ministers in London. His
name and fame have reached America.
In a sermon to young men he observed
that nothing could exceed the delight
which he felt, on first coming to the
city, then a stranger in a strange land,
to find at his boarding-house several
young men from his own country (Scot-
land), who were also students of divi-
nity with himself. When the first day
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a minute ago I caught him out here,
and asked him for the money. 'Well,'
he said, 'I'll pay it to you if you'll
step in here, and get a drink with me.'
'No,' said I, 'I never drink-never drank
in my life.' 'Well,' he replied, ‘do as
you please; if you won't drink with me,
I won't pay your bill-that's all!' But
I told him I could not do that. How-
ever, finding he would not pay the bill,
rather than lose the money, I just went
in and got the drink." And he laughed
at the strange occurrence, as he con-
cluded.
As soon as he had finished the story,
the physician's companion, an old, dis-
creet, shrewd man, turned to him, and
in a most impressive tone said:
dawned on which he heard the sweet | for work for a long time, and I dunned
chime of Sabbath bells, he mentioned him for the pay until I was tired. But
to his friends at breakfast that he was
about to seek the church of his fathers,
feeling that his first duty and dearest
privilege was to worship his God and
his fathers' God, and to assemble with
the "multitude that kept holyday"
and "thought upon his name." To his
surprise, one said: "You will soon get
rid of these 'old wives' fables'"; an-
other, a student of theology, told him
that in London these things were laid
aside, and they had more important
matters to attend to. He observed to
them that the great things of God were
not matters of latitude and longitude;
and resolving, by the grace of God, to
be firm, he sought and found the church
in which he wished to worship. When
he returned, his friends gave painful
evidence that they had "looked upon
the wine when it was red." "Of the
whole of these young men," says Dr.
Cumming," I know none that prospered.
One, I know, came home to ask bread of
the friends of his fathers, having forfeited
all right to it in a foreign land. A se-
cond is now, I believe, a minister of the
Gospel, having repented of his ways.
Others are wrecks in distant lands. I
am spared, as far as I know, the only
one on whose footsteps God's favor has
shone; and his grace and mercy have
placed me in this pulpit to tell you,
young men, that if you seek first the
kingdom of God and his righteous-
ness, all other things shall be added
unto you.'"
•
The Costly Drink.
How often the first drink proves fatal,
and how necessary to observe that wise
caution, “Beware of the first glass"!
A physician and his friend were con-
versing together in front of the Eagle
House, in Richmond, when a master-
mechanic, a man of most amiable and
excellent character, a superior work-
man, full of business, with an interesting
family, respected by everybody, and bid-
ding fair to be an ornament to the city,
came up to them, and laughingly com-
menced the following conversation:
Well," said he, "I have just dore
what I never did before in my life."
"Ah! what was that?"
"Why, Mr. has owed me a bill
"Sir, that was the dearest drink that
ever crossed your lips, and the worst
bill you ever collected."
And terribly did time verify that pre-
diction. In less than twelve months he
was a confirmed, disgraced sot, a vaga-
bond in society, a curse to those who
loved him, a loathing and a shame
wherever he went. At last he died a
horrible death in an infirmary from a
disease produced solely by intoxication.
What a spectacle does such a case
present! The poor man in the inno-
cence of his heart laughed, ay, laughed,
as he closed his story of his first drink.
Could he have seen the terrible results
and the awful future that awaited him,
how his hair would have stood on end,
and the blood would have curdled in
his veins! He would have shuddered
and shrunk back with horror. But he
laughed, for he felt no fear; and thou-
sands of others laugh now, and feel no
fear, when the first glass may be the first
and certain step to ruin.
The Cruel and Unnatural Mother.
How intoxicating drinks destroy the
natural affection and change the once
affectionate mother into a demon!
A minister was called on to visit a
dying man. The wife was partially in-
toxicated, and expressed a fear that he
was following her "poor girl." On fur-
ther examination of the apartment the
minister saw the corpse of a fine girl,
whose hair had been closely cropped.
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by the wretched mother that she had
"sold the girl's hair for eighteen-pence."
A mother had actually stripped her
daughter's corpse of the hair, and hav-
ing sold it, spent the money in drink,
and was evidently under the influence
of liquor by the bedside of a dying hus-
band.
was difficult to tell which, as they rattled
away without rhyme or reason. But the
colonel saved his corn; as soon as they
became sober, they set their faces stead-
fastly against alcohol-not another ker-
nel would they touch in his field.
The Captain and the Cabin-Boys.
Two youths, Henry and Charles, en-
gaged as cabin-boys on board the Isaac,
favorites with the captain-Henry, be-
Charles, on account of his sprightliness
cause he was willing and obliging;
and wit. Henry, being the only son of
a widow, had chosen a sailor's life from
a love of the sea and a desire to assist
Cowen, the Wife-Murderer.
Cowen, who was executed at Cincin-bound for Calcutta. They soon became
nati for the murder of his wife, solemn-
ly warned the multitude against the use
of ardent spirit. He said, "Beware of
the bowl! There is madness in it. Its
accursed poison was my earthly ruin!
Whatever of gentleness existed in my
nature before I sought it, it was wither-
ed and banished when I found it. If I
was a sinner when I first met the intoxi-
cating cup, I certainly became a demon
after I swallowed its venom. Wine
is a mocker, strong drink is raging.'
How bitterly have I been mocked!"
in supporting his mother and younger
sister; Charles, the son of a rich man,
simply from love of adventure and
a desire to free himself from the re-
straints of home. One day, whẹn both
had performed their respective duties
unusually well, the captain offered them
as a reward a glass of wine. Henry
politely declined touching his, while
Charles thankfully accepted the cup
handed him and quaffed its contents.
The captain sternly and angrily com-
manded Henry to drink; but he assured
him he could not. The captain then de-
The frank, manly reply of the noble boy
was: "I promised my mother never to
touch a drop." These boys grew up to
be young men-Henry, honest, tem-
perate, and respectable; Charles, vi-
cious, blasphemous, and intemperate.
The captain finally expostulated with
Charles upon his habits and wicked
course, entreating him to leave off
drinking. With a contemptuous sneer
he replied: "Do you know who gave
me my first glass?"
The Crows and the Corn-Field.
Colonel B― had one of the best
farms near the Illinois River. About
100 acres of it were covered with waving|manded how he dared disobey him.
corn. When it came up in the spring,
the crows seemed determined on its
entire destruction. When one was kill-
ed, it seemed as though a dozen came
to its funeral; and though the sharp
crack of the rifle often drove them away,
they always returned with its echo.
The colonel at length became weary of
throwing grass, and resolved on trying
the virtue of stones. He sent to the
druggist's for a gallon of alcohol, in
which he soaked a few quarts of
corn, and scattered it over the field.
The blacklegs came and partook with
their usual relish, and, as usual, they
were pretty well "corned"; and there
followed a strange cooing and crackling,
and strutting and swaggering! When
the boys attempted to catch them, they
were not a little amused at their stag-
gering gait and their zigzag way through
the air. At length they gained the edge
of the woods, and there, being joined
by a new recruit, which happened to be
sober, they united at the top of their
voices in haw-haw-hawking, and shout-
ing either praises or curses of alcohol, it
'No, sir."
Captain Saunders, it was you."
Soon after the captain sought Henry,
and said to him: "You were right in
refusing that glass of wine I offered you
years ago. How thankful I am you had
sufficient courage to do so! I might
have had two ruined souls to answer
for, instead of one.”
Conscience and the Distillery.
The Rev. William Taylor says: "A
man of my acquaintance in the State of
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and the Band-box.
Virginia, by the name of Beck, invested | The Cartridge-box, the Ballot-box,
more than all he was worth in a distil-
lery. Just at that time a camp-meeting
was commenced in the neighborhood.
He attended the meeting, and the Holy
Spirit called him to follow Christ. He
hesitated a few minutes, and said to
himself: 'If I seek religion, I must give
up my distillery. If I give that up, I
shall beggar my family. If I do not
seek religion, I can make a good living
for my family, but my soul must go to
hell.' He immediately presented him-
self at the altar, and said: 'Lord, I'll
trust my family in thy care, and seek
the salvation of my soul. O Lord! I
have built a "still-house," which I know
I must give up before thou wilt pardon
my sins, but I want the pardon of my
sins to-night, for before to-morrow I may
be dead. O Lord! if thou wilt trust me,
and for the sake of Jesus Christ forgive
my sins to-night, I will go home to-
morrow morning, if spared, and knock
every tub to staves, throw out the still,
and never make one drop of liquor.'
That very night he was redeemed from
sin, and I heard him afterward say, in a
class-room, after relating his experience,
God saw my sincerity, and converted
my soul on credit. He kept his word
with the Lord to the letter. He destroy-
ed every 'tub,' and converted the
building into a mill. I have often
seen his still, for he never would sell it,
lest it might be used for the purpose of
making liquor, and affect his contract
with the Lord."
Could not ask God's Blessing
upon It.
A quaint old gentleman, speaking
upon the suppression of the rum-traffic,
said: "There were but three ways of
regulating the matter. One was by the
But that would never
cartridge-box.
do in these days. Another was by the
band-box, alias smooth words and fair
speeches, moral suasion, which the rum-
seller cared as little about as did the
boy on the apple-tree the old man's
grass. We must go to the ballot-box,
have the question of license or no
license brought to the polls and sub-
mitted to the people. If we are beat, try
again, and keep trying until we bring
the community to say, by a strong vote,
they will be afflicted with the curse no
longer."
Could not Take a Little.
A person who had been visited by a
serious fit of illness, and had been
obliged to use great abstinence, was told
by his medical attendant that he might
take one glass of wine. The patient de-
clined. The doctor knew that his pa-
tient had been fond of wine, and ven-
tured to say, "Well I do not know
that two glasses will do you any harm."
"No," said the gentleman, “I had
rather not."
"What say you to three glasses ?"
"I had rather not."
"Well, if you do not think it worth
while to take three glasses, how much
would you wish to take?"
"
Why, I do not think it worth while
to take any, unless I might drink two
or three bottles."
Crossing the Line.
A gentleman at the late Albany Con-
vention remarked that much was said.
about moderate and immoderate drink-
In a town in the West of England a
brewery was established by some mem-
bers of the Wesleyan Society. The
temperance cause having taken deep
root in that place, it was found impos-
sible for the brewers to make head-
way against the spread of truth and
soberness. After a year or two spent in
struggling to obtain a footing, the brew-ing, and he had often enquired of in-
ery was given up with considerable loss.
One of the parties, who was a local
preacher, said to a friend: “Well, I am
out of it now, but when I was in it I
never could ask the Almighty's blessing
in the morning upon my day's work, for
I knew the more the business, the more
the drunkenness."
temperate men when they crossed the
line, but they could never tell; most gen-
erally they thought they had not yet come
to it. When he was a lad, he went to
South America, and he heard much about
crossing the line. He was exceedingly
anxious to see it, and often enquired
when they should come to it. One day
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to his grief he found they were on the
other side, and on expressing his disap-
pointment to an old sailor that he had
not seen the line, "Oh!" said the old
salt, "we never see it." Why?" asked
the boy. "Because," was the reply,
we always cross it in the dark."
"6
The Christian Indians and the
Liquor-Merchant.
|
Cold Victuals.
"Why don't you come after cold vic-
tuals as usual," said a lady to a boy
who had for a long time been a daily
visitor for that species of charity.
"Father has joined the temperance
society, and we have plenty of warm
victuals now," was the reply of the lad.
ways go one behind another, at a short
distance. In this manner they drew
near to the cask. When the first came
up to it, he called to his companions,
"Ho! I think the devil is here," and
then passed on. The second came up,
and replied, "Oh ! yes, for I smell him,”
and passed on. The third gave it a
push with his foot, and said, “I feel
him," and passed on. The fourth gave
it a shove, which sent it tumbling down
the hillside, and called out, “Yes, he is
here, for I hear him.' Thus they all
The Rev. Peter Jones was a convert-passed on, to the great mortification
ed Indian. He was a chief of the Chip- of the store-keeper, and reached home
pewa tribe of Indians. He was a gifted victorious.
minister, and both in Europe and Am-
erica his ministry produced profound
sensations. He preached for me when
I was stationed in New York. We made
temperance speeches at the Metropo-
litan Hall, and were admitted into the
Temple of Honor at the same time. He
was full of native eloquence and wit. He
would dwell on the Indian's love for fire-
waters; how they would part with their
blankets and everything else for whis-
key. One Indian wished he had a throat
a mile long, that he might taste it a great
ways. But when the Indians received
the Word of God, they gave up the fire-
waters. The traders and store-keeper
The Clergyman and the Judge.
did not like this. They tried to oppose A clergyman had been accused of
the missionaries and persuade the In- intemperance by an individual whom he
dians to return to drink, but they did wished to have arraigned for a libel on
not succeed. One day four Christian his reputation. He applied for this pur-
Indians went to the store, and, as usual, pose to Judge M, then an eminent
the merchant asked them to drink; but lawyer in Baltimore. Having heard the
they were Christians now, and did clergyman's complaint, and after a se-
not drink rum. "Oh !" said he, "I am vere scrutiny of the person of the com-
a Christian too, like yourselves, and I plainant, Mr. M, not inexperienced
just take a little to do me good." Still, himself in the effects of drink, question-
the Indians would not yield. The store-ed his client in the following manner :
keeper was much surprised at this, and
concluded at last that the reason why
they would not drink was because some
other white men were in the bar-room,
who might perhaps inform the mission-
ary if they drank. The Indians had to
return home at night through a bush;
the store-keeper determined to go be-
fore them, and place a small cask of
whiskey in the foot-path, and watch be-
side it, in concealment, to see the result
-perfectly certain that if they had an
opportunity of getting drunk without
being seen, not to speak of the saving
of expense, their Christianity would be
no barrier in the way; all this was ac-
cordingly done. In travelling through
the woods in the dark Indians al-
'Sir, in order to do my duty to you
more faithfully, I wish to enquire, first
of all, are you guilty of the charge?
Do you ever get drunk?”
Astonished at the question, the clergy-
man was about to say "never," but hav-
ing a good degree of conscientiousness,
he hesitated, and then he replied, "What
do you mean by drunkenness?"
"Why, sir, I mean by drunkenness
that condition of the human faculties in
which, by the use of fermented liquors,
a man is enabled or induced to do cer-
tain acts which he could not do, or
would not do, without such use. For in-
stance, sir, and I beg you not to deem me
personal or irreverent, a man may some-
times preach a more eloquent discourse,
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and utter a more fervent prayer, excited | forming Bible societies.' 'Are they?
by drink, than he could do in the pre-
vious languid state of his feelings. He
may not think so, but I call him drunk.
This is my definition of drunkenness."
The clergyman replied, " Mr. M-
I withdraw my complaint."
Christmas Evans and the Anti-
Temperance Minister.
Christmas Evans, the famous Welsh
preacher, towards the close of his life la- |
bored to advance the temperance re-
formation. A brother minister, "who
condemneth not himself in the things
which he allowed," could not be
brought over to the total-abstinence
system. Christmas polished an arrow,
and put it into his quiver ready for use.
He was appointed to preach, and, as
usual, there were gatherings from far
and near to hear him. Mr. W
Mr. W—, of
A, the minister alluded to, was there
also; but, as if in anticipation of an at-
tack, he at first said he should not be
present whilst Evans preached, yet
such was the fascination that he could
not stay away. By-and-by he crept up
into the gallery, where the preacher's
eye for he had but one-which had
been long searching for him, at length
discovered him. All went on as usu-
al" until the time came when the arrow
might be drawn, which was done slily
and unperceived. "I had a strange
dream the other night," said the preach-
er.
"I dreamed that I was in Pande-
monium, the council-chamber of Hades.
How I got there I know not, but there I
was. I had not been there long before
there came a thundering rap at the gates.
'Beelzebub, Beelzebub, you must come
to earth directly.' 'Why? What's the
matter now?' 'Oh! they are sending
out missionaries to preach to the hea-
then.' 'Are they? Bad news this. I'll be
there presently.' Beelzebub came, and
hastened to the place of embarkation,
where he saw the missionaries, their
wives, and a few boxes of Bibles and
tracts; but, on turning round, he saw
rows of casks piled up, and labelled
gin, rum, brandy, etc. That will do,'
said he; 'no fear yet. These casks will
do more harm than the boxes can do
good.' So saying, he stretched his
wings for hell again. After a time came
another loud call: 'Beelzebub, they are
Then I must go.' He went, and found
two ladies going from house to house
distributing the Word of God. This
won't do,' thought he, 'but I will watch
the result.' The ladies visited an aged
female, who received a Bible with much
reverence and many thanks. Satan
loitered about, and, when the ladies
were gone, saw the old woman come to
her door and look around to assure her-
self that she was unobserved. She then
put on her bonnet, and with a small
parcel under her apron hastened to the
next public-house, where she pawned
That
her new Bible for a bottle of gin.
will do,' said Beelzebub no fear yet.'
And back he flew to his own place.
Again came a loud knock and a hasty
summons: 'They are forming tempe-
rance societies.' 'Temperance socie-
ties! What's that? I'll come and see!'
He came and saw, and again flew back,
muttering, 'This won't do much harm
to me or my subjects; they are forbid-
ding the use of ardent spirits, but they
have left my poor people all the ale and
porter, and the rich all the wines-no
fear yet.' Again came a louder rap and
a more urgent call: 'Beelzebub! you
must come now, or all is lost; they are
'Teetotal!
forming teetotal societies.'
what in the name of all my imps is
that?' 'To drink no intoxicating
liquors whatever-the sole beverage is
water.' Indeed! that is bad news. I
must see after this.' And he did, but
went back again to satisfy the anxious
enquiries of his legions, who were all
qui vive about the matter. 'Oh!' said
he, 'don't be alarmed; true, it's an
awkward affair, but it won't spread
much yet, for all the parsons are
against it, and Mr. W, of A-
(sending up an eagle glance of his eye
"But I
at him), is at the head of them.'
won't be at the head of them any longer,"
cried out Mr. W, and walking calm-
ly down out of the gallery, entered the
table pew, and signed the pledge.-
Baptist Reporter, August, 1849.
The Clergyman and the Jack Tar.
A clergyman rode fifteen miles to de-
liver a lecture on the horrors of drunk-
enness and the advantages arising from
teetotalism. When he was about half
through with his lecture, an old Jack
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Why, yes," replied the lecturer, after
some hesitation. "I drink a glass of
wine or two a day.”
Well, then," added the tar, "you
just go back where you come from, and
make yourself a teetotaler before you
come here preaching to us, for you are
just as likely to become a drunkard as
any one else."
tar jumped up and said, "Now, look | at first in somewhat of a dilemma. But
here; before you go any further just tell wit, invention, and a good conscience
us whether you drink anything your- are sometimes found in close compan-
self."
ionship; and they met in the present
instance to help our good minister to
"back out " of the difficulty. He took
the demijohn to the watering-trough of
his stable, and poured some of the
liquor in, and brought his horse to it.
Pony expanded his nostrils and snorted
and blowed at it, as though he thought
it rather too hot, and seemed to say,
"What's this?" Next he drove his cow
to the trough, to see if she liked it any
better. The cow snuffed at it, and shook
her horns, and went her way, with no
fondness for such a "villanous potation."
Mr. then carried his demijohn to
pig-stye, and called his pig out of his
bed-room to taste. Piggy grunted
and snuffed, dipped his nose in and
coughed, and went back again to finish
There was much truth in the old tar's
logic. Then, consistency is a jewel.
Paul enquires, "Thou that preachest,
Thou shalt not steal, dost thou steal?"
That other Cain.
A drunken man was aroused from his his nap in his straw.
sleep by the road-side and asked,
"Who are you?'
He answered, "My name is Cane."
"Are you the Cain who slew his
brother?"
He replied, "No. I am the Cane who
got slewed!"
The Clergyman and his Parishioners.
Many men delight to make a clergy-
man the butt of their ridicule, and espe-
cially temperance clergymen ; but they
often wake up men who know how to
answer a fool according to his folly.
Mr. then returned to his study,
and penned, in substance, the following
note to the present-makers, with which
he returned the demijohn and its con-
tents:
'GENTLEMEN: With due acknowledg-
ments for your present, received this
morning, permit me to say that I have
offered some of it to my horse, my cow,
and
drink it. That which neither horses,
my swine, and neither of them will
cattle, nor hogs will drink I cannot
think to be either useful or safe for man
to drink. I beg you to excuse me, there-
fore, for returning the demijohn and its
contents; and believe me, gentlemen,
your most obedient, etc."
Cider.-The Two Cancers.
A clergyman in one of the towns in
the State of New York, at the time
when the protests against the use of
liquors became somewhat earnest from
the pulpit, one Sabbath delivered to his
congregation a thorough discourse on
the subject. On their way home some A few years since a Revolutionary
of his hearers enquired of each other, soldier in this country, who retained to
"What does all this mean?" One gen- advanced age the appetite for strong
tleman, who professed some shrewdness drink, which was probably first kindled
of guessing, said, "I will tell you, gentle- by the mistaken liberality of the Govern-
men, what is the difficulty; we have ment, who supplied the poison, was
none of us sent Mr. anything to re-afflicted with a cancer. He was told by
plenish his decanter lately. And my his physician that if he would abandon
advice is that we attend to the matter." the use of strong drink, and pursue the
Accordingly, on Monday a full-sized measures he pointed out, it was proba-
demijohn of "old spirits," or "Cognac,"
was sent to Rev. Mr. -, accompanied
with a very polité note requesting his
acceptance of it from a few friends, as a
testimony of their regard.
Our worthy clergyman felt himself
ble its severity might be mitigated and
his life prolonged. But he could not,
at least he did not resist the cravings of
the depraved appetite, and he soon end-
ed his days in agony. Another man had
a cancer begin to develop itself upon
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his face at the age of thirty-five. He re-
marked that a single glass of cider
would occasion that peculiar twinging
pain which characterizes this disease.
He immediately abandoned the use of
everything that contained alcohol, was
careful as to his diet, lived to old age,
and never experienced any serious in-
convenience from his cancer.-Maine
Gazette.
Couldn't Swallow It.
A man was boasting that he had
drunk a quart of cider without injuring
him. One who heard him said, "That's
more than I can swallow."
sion were his. He hid his face from all
the congregation, who were looking at
him, and as soon as possible made his
way home from church, and is said
never after to have talked against the
temperance cause.
Dr. Cheyne and the Lady.
A lady with flushed face and carbun-
cle nose, consulting Doctor Cheyne,
exclaimed, "Where in the name of
wonder, doctor, did I get such a nose
as this?"
"Out of the decanter-out of the de-
canter," replied the doctor.
The Choice.
A man had the choice of committing
the least of three offences — murder,
robbery, or drunkenness. He choose
the latter, got drunk, and then com-
mitted the other two.
The Clergyman and his Friend.
A clergyman stopped at the house of
a friend on a Saturday evening, in a vil-
lage where he was next day to preach.
This friend was a distiller and vender
of ardent spirits, and was exceedingly
bitter against the temperance cause.
He could not refrain, all the evening,
from giving vent to his feelings against
all the temperance men and every tem-
perance movement. The next day the
preacher took this text from Jonah:
"Dost thou well to be angry?" He
showed what good was doing in the
days in which we live, and especially in
the temperance cause; how that cause
was drying up the founts of pauperism,
and crime, and brutality; saving thou-
sands on thousands from the drunkard's
path, and restoring many a lost man to
society and his family, and removing
the greatest obstruction to the reception
and spread of the Gospel. And as he
enumerated one blessing after another,
he would cast his eye down upon his
friend, and ask, "Dost thou well to be
angry?" It was more than the poor
distiller could bear. Shame and confu-
Judge Daggett.
EXCUSES FOR NOT SIGNING THE PLEDGE.
as
The Hon. David Daggett, of New
Haven, Conn., familiarly known
Judge Daggett, was one of the most
dignified-looking men I ever beheld.
He was a gentleman of the old school.
Well do I remember his tall and noble
form, his powdered locks, his breeches,
knee-buckles, and white stockings.
Very early he enlisted in the cause of
temperance, and threw his powerful in-
fluence in its favor. He was its able
advocate, argumentative, eloquent. He
considered the dram-shop as the "curse
of the community," the outer chamber
of hell." He often expressed an opinion
that there was little hope of success in
the cause until the sale of ardent spirits
was placed on a par with counterfeiting
and stealing. Dignified as he was, he
would sometimes indulge in a little
innocent pleasantry. I remember hear-
ing him relate the following, in 1826, in
Fairfield County, Conn., in reply to the
many excuses people make for not sign-
ing the pledge. He said there was a
man went to borrow a horse from a
neighbor, he wishing to ride a few
miles. He replied, "My horse is young,
skittish, not fairly broke, and is con-
sidered unsafe to ride."
The gentleman said, "I am used to
young horses. I have broke many a one.
I always did like a horse that had some
life; and the more life the animal has,
the better."
"the horse is a
"But," said the man,
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mile and a half off in pasture, and I am | hair stands on end, and I am so filled
very busy and have no time to go and with horror I can scarcely speak! Oh!
catch him."
if ever I sell rum again !
Said the gentleman, "I have a plenty
of leisure. I will not trouble you. I will
go and catch the horse myself."
Said the man,
I have no bridle."
The gentleman replied, "I have a new
one I bought a short time ago, and I
will use my own.
"
"But I have no saddle."
My neighbor has a saddle, and he
lends it to me whenever I want it, and
in exchange I lend him my bridle."
"But his foreshoes are off, and his
hoofs are young and tender, and I don't
want them stove all to pieces so as to
make the young animal lame, and thus
do him great injury.'
The gentleman replied, "Here is a
blacksmith's shop, and I will have new
shoes put on before I start, and there-
fore the young animal cannot be injured
at all."
Having exhausted all his excuses, the
man looked at him and said, "You fool,
don't you see I don't want you to have
the hoss?"
Delirium Tremens.
There is no feature of human history
or of human experience in this world
more appalling than the horrors which
are depicted by a terrified imagination,
when the nervous system and the mind
are wrought up to a high pitch of excite-
ment by the poisoning influence of ar-
dent spirits. These terrible descriptions
of scenes vividly present and real to a
mind under the power of delirium tre-
mens, where ghosts and hobgoblins ap-
pear on the stage, or staring out from the
walls of the dwelling, as we have heard
Mr. Gough depict them, are held out as
beacon-warnings to all who venture to
trifle with the intoxicating cup, either
in selling or drinking. The following,
which we find in an exchange paper,
may well serve as a warning to all such:
Well, wife, this is too horrible! I
cannot continue this business any
longer."
"
""
Why, dear, what is the matter now?"
"Oh! such a dream! such a rattling
of dead men's bones! such an army of
starving mortals! so many murderers!
such cries, and shrieks, and yells! such
horrid gnashing of teeth and glaring of
eyes! and such a blazing fire! and such
devils! Oh! I cannot endure it. My
My dear, you are frightened."
"Yes, indeed, am I. Another such a
night will I not pass for worlds."
My dear, perhaps-"
"Oh! don't talk to me. I am deter-
mined to have nothing more to do with
rum anyhow. Don't you think Tom
Wilson came to me with his throat cut
from ear to ear-and such a horrid gash!
And it was so hard for him to speak, and
so much blood, and said he, 'See here,
Joe, the result of your rumselling.' My
blood chilled at the sight, and just then
the house seemed to be turned bottom
up; the earth opened, and a little imp
took me by the hand, saying, 'Follow
me.' As I went, grim devils held out to
me cups of liquid fire, sàying, 'Drink
this.' I dared not refuse; every draught
set me in a rage; serpents hissed on
each side, and from above reached down
their heads and whispered, 'Rumseller.'
On and on the imp led me through a
narrow pass. All at once he paused,
and said, 'Are you dry?' Yes, I re-
plied. Then he struck a trap-door with
his foot, and down he went, and legions
of fiery serpents rushed after us, whis-
pering, 'Rumseller! rumseller!' At
length we stopped again, and the imp
asked me as before, 'Are you dry?'
Yes, I replied. He then touched a
spring, a door flew open-what a sight!
There were thousands, ay, millions
of old worn-out rum-drinkers, crying
most piteously, 'Rum, rum, give me
some rum! When they saw me, they
stopped a moment to see who I was:
then the imp cried out so as to make
all shake again, Rumseller!' and,
hurling me in, shut the door. For a
moment they fixed their ferocious eyes
upon me, and then uttered in a united
yell, Damn him!' which filled me
with such horror I awoke. There,
dream or no dream, I will never sell
another drop of the infernal stuff. I
will no longer be accessory to the mis-
eries that come upon men in conse-
quence of the traffic in intoxicating
drinks. I will not.”
5
The Drunken Lawyer and the Judge.
A distinguished lawyer was engaged
in arguing a case when he was intoxi-
cated. In his objections to the ruling
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of the judge, he was reprimanded for
the use of disrespectful language, and
reminded that he was in the temple of
justice.
"In the temple of justice !" he replied
with a curled lip and a contemptuous tone,
and was proceeding in the use of disre-
spectful language when the court inter-
rupted him by saying:
"Sit down, Mr. Brown, sit down.
are drunk!"
You
'Right, your honor, right; and it is
the only correct decision you have made
this term."
The Drunkard's Looking-Glass.
We copy the following from a manu-
script supposed to be at least a hun-
dred years old:
σε
THE DRUNKARD'S LOOKING-GLASS;
Or, a short View of their Present
Shame and Future Misery.-Published
in Love to those concerned, and recom-
mended to them as a tender Caution, to
avoid the same excess.
"You that are not professed Atheists,
but professed Christians, and yet are
guilty of so loathsome a vice as excess
and Drunkenness is, pray be entreated
and persuaded, at the most sober sea-
sons, to consider your present states,
and the sad and lamentable Effects that
will and do certainly attend and follow
such practices, viz. :
"FIRST, SOME GENERAL EFFECTS
THEREOF! Drunkenness makes a man
unfit for Good. 1Drowneth and Infatu-
ateth the senses. Depraveth the Reason.
2 Besots the Understanding. Causes
Error in Judgment. It is hurtfull to
the mind. Defiles the Conscience.
5Hardens and steals away the Heart.
Brings a spiritual Lethargy. It is a
work of Darkness. An Annoyance to
Modesty. A Gate to Debauchery. A
Discloser of Secrets. A Betrayer of
trust. 9A Depriver of Honesty. A fore-
runner of Misery. It Cracks men's
credits. Empties their Purses. 10Con-
sumeth their Estates. Violates the rules
of Temperance. Perverts the order of
Nature. 11Causes Profane, scurrilous
11
3.
1 Gen. xix. 32-36. 21 Sam. xxv. 36. Isaiah
xxviii. 7. Job i. 5. Hos. iv. 11.
❝
1 Thess. v. 7.
'Hab. xi. 16. Joel iii. Rom. viii. 13. 10Prov.
xxiii. 21. Jud. ix. 27. 12Hos. vii. 5. 131 Kings
xix. 9.
14Hab. xi. 5.
16Hos. vii. 5. 10Prov.
xxiii. 29. 17. xxxi. 5.
18 Psalm cvii. 27. 19 Jer.
xviii. 26; Isa. xxviii, 8; Prov. xv. I.
20 Prov.
and cursed speeches. 12Ranting, Swear-
ing and Blasphemy. 18Quarrelling,
fighting and Murder. It is the Mother
of Mischief. 14The father of vice and
pride. The nurse of Riot and Fury.
The School of Lying and Slander. A
Discoverer of folly. An Oppressor of
Nature. 15An Impairer of Health. 16It
Deformeth the Visage. Corrupteth the
Breath. Stupefies the spirits. Intoxi-
cates the Brain. "Decayeth the Memory.
Begets unnatural Thirst. Inflameth the
Blood. Causes Stammering of Speech.
18 Reeling and Staggering to and fro.
19 Filthy and Loathsome Vomiting.
Dropsies, surfeits, Fevers, etc. It is a
voluntary madness. A Deceiver of
Fools. It Decays the Moral Virtues.
20A Bewitching Poison. An Invited
Enemy. 21A Flattering Devil. 22Causes
forgetfulness of God. 23A Provoker of
his Judgements. Hastens (and often
brings untimely) Death. And at last
destroys the Soul.
"SECONDLY: Some particular Char-
that state is indisposed to Virtue. Is a
acters of a Drunkard; A Drunkard in
Licentious person. 24Makes his Belly
his God. Is worse than a Brute. 25 A
Companion of Riot and Revelling. A
Game and Sport to Profane people. A
Ridiculous object. 26His own Sorrow,
Woe and Shame. His Wife's Grief. His
Children's Disgrace. 27His Neighbours'
Contempt and Derision. His family's
Ruin. A thief to himself. 29A Scandal
to Christianity. 80A Reproach to Re-
ligion. A Dishonour to God. Unfit
for civil society. An abuser of God's
mercies, and good Creatures. A Loser
of his precious time. A Destroyer of
his reputation, Parts and Credit. 32Is
subject to many Dangers. A Slave to
the Devil and his own Lust. A Travel-
ler to Destruction. A transgressor of
the Laws of God and Man. 34Against
whom woes are pronounced. His own
soul's enemy. A Human Monster.
35 And at last will be excluded God's
Kingdom. Also, there have been many
signal, dreadful and amazing examples,
that Divine Vengeance hath suffered to
overtake some Health Drinkers, and
quaffing, carousing Drunkards, as His-
tory relates.
23—.
20 Prov.
xxiii. 32. 21 Mic. ii. 11.
22 Luke xxi. 34.
xii. 45. 24Phil. iii. 19. 25 Isaiah v. 12.
xxiii. 20-29. 27Isaiah xxviii. 3; Jer. xlviii. 20.
28 Prov. xxiii. 21. 291 Pet. iv. 3. 901 Cor. v. II.
1 Isaiah v. 22. 92Prov. xxvi. 9. 33Eph. v. 18.
84 Isaiah v.11; Nah, i. 10. 301 Cor.vi. 15.
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The Drunkard and the Post.
Two "moderate drinkers" were pass-
ing along South Street one night, with
sufficient liquor aboard to make them
feel as courageous as lions. All at once
one of them ran slap against something
in the shape of a six-footer, when he
squared off and aimed a blow at the
great unknown with such force that he
lost his balance, and fell prostrate on
his back. Halloo, captain!" said he to
his companion, "don't let him strike me
while I am down." The captain com-
menced trotting round the stranger, and
was just about to give him a severe
blow when he discovered the antago-
nist was nothing more than a post.
concealed in the pile, struck its deadly
fangs into his hand-thus_terminating
his life in a few hours! In the agony
of his sufferings, the wretched man, as
a warning to others, made a full confes-
sion of the circumstances, and died
deeply deploring his guilt and folly in
not yielding to his convictions at the
meeting.
This man was not worse than other
sinners. And the kind admonition of
heaven to all is: "He that, being often
reproved, hardeneth his neck, shall sud-
denly be destroyed, and that without
remedy !"
The Drunkard and the Rattlesnake.
We have the following from a source
of the highest respectability, and are al-
lowed to publish it as a solemn warn-
ing to such as, on any subject, trifle
with the clear dictates of conscience.
There was lately living in the county
of Amherst, Virginia, not far from
Lynchburg, a blacksmith, who was well
off in the world, and a decent sort of
man in his way, except that he now and
then would drink too much. Not long
since he went to a temperance meeting
held in his neighborhood, being quite
sober at the time, and listened to a very
stirring address; when the appeal, warm-
ly seconded by the advice and entreaty
of some of his friends, so wrought upon
him that his conscience was aroused,
and he felt that he must either fly from
this place of trial or yield to the force
of truth. He hesitated for a moment
which alternative to adopt; but his evil
genius prevailed, and, stifling his con-
victions, he tore himself away from the
spot; and coming to a grog-shop on
his way home, he there furnished him-
self with a bottle of whiskey. But
ashamed to carry it to his house, he re-
solved to hide it in some place, where
he might resort to it without being seen.
He went accordingly into the stable,
but could find no hole or corner there
safe enough for his purpose. At last he
thought of a pile of stones behind the
building which seemed to offer a snug
hiding-place for his treasure, and vas
in the act of opening a spot among
them for the bottle when a rattlesnake,
Drunk but Once.
"Never was drunk but once in my
life," said a fellow once in my hearing,
"and I never mean to be drunk again.
The street seemed to be very steep, and
I lifted my feet at every step, as if I was
getting up-stairs. Several cart-wheels
were making revolutions in my brains,
and at one time I fancied my head was
a large carving and turning establish-
ment, the lathes of which I was keeping
in motion with my feet. I couldn't con-
ceive what was the reason the town had
turned into such an enormous hill, and
that it seemed to be growing higher and
threatened to pitch over me. Stop, stop,
said I, and I'll head this old hill yet,
or at least it sha'n't head me. I turned
round to go down and get at the bot-
tom; tell me! if the town didn't turn
right round too, heading me all the time.
Well, sure enough, the ground flew up,
and struck me on the forehead; as soon
as the stars cleared away, I commenced
climbing with my hands and knees.
The next thing I saw was a big brick
house coming full split round a corner,
and I believe it run right over me, for I
don't remember any more."
The Doctor and his Patient.
'Doctor," said a hard-looking, bran-
dy-faced customer the other day to a
physician- doctor, I'm troubled with
an oppression, an uncasiness about the
breast. What do you suppose the mat-
ter is?" "All very easily accounted
for," said the physician;
'you have
water on the chest." "Water? Come,
that'll do well enough for a joke; but
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how could I get water on my chest | he was as dear to me as the apple of my
when I haven't touched a drop in fifteen
years? If you had said brandy, you
might have hit it."
The Dying Felon's Testimony.
"Do you know by what means I came
to this place?" said a dying felon to the
bystanders. "A teaspoonful of rum,
given me by my father, has made me
what you see I am."
The Drinker and His Long Walk.
One of the best stories of the season
is told by Sandy Welsh, of a man who
was in the country on a visit, where they
had no liquor. He got up two hours
before breakfast, and wanted his bitters.
None to be had; of course he felt bad.
'How far was it to a tavern?" he asked.
"Four miles." So off this thirsty soul
started-walked four miles in a pleasant
frame of mind, arrived at the tavern,
and found it was a temperance house.
The Dissipated Father and the
Dying Child.
An intelligent gentleman, an alder-
man in the city of Pittsburg, related the
following facts:
"A man of the name of M—, noted
for his ungovernable temper and prone-
ness to dissipation, employed me as his
attorney, and I frequently examined the
dockets for him, and, as a conveyancer,
made out deeds of property which he
purchased and sold. He was a good
paymaster, but exceedingly disagreeable
in his deportment, often drunk, and
most profane in his language. He
called one day, and seemed much sub-
dued, much altered from his usual de-
portment. After stating his wants, he
was about leaving my office. I asked
what was the matter with him, he seemed
so changed; he stopped, hesitated, but
made no reply. I asked again what
could have occurred to make such an
alteration in his whole demeanor.
Squire,' said he, 'something has
occurred; I am indeed an altered man.
I had a little son, about nine years old;
66
"
"
eye, and at times, when I went home
from my work intoxicated, I abused my
wife, drove her and the other children
from the house, broke the furniture, and
did all in my power to make my family
as miserable as myself. This little boy,
when I was at the height of my anger,
would watch me, and, when I would sit
down, would steal up to my knee, climb
up on my lap, pass his little hand
through my hair, and tame me down
irresistibly, when my wife and the other
children would fearlessly come in, know-
ing from experience that my little son
had subdued me, and I was in his
power. Well, squire, my son took sick;
it was evident to me he would not re-
cover. I sat by his bedside; he was in
a doze. The tears gushed from my eyes
as I watched him; my heart was sad in-
deed! He awoke; he turned his face
toward me. Father, you are crying.
What is the matter? I am afraid, my
son, I am going to lose you-you are
going to die." "Well, father, I know I
am going to die; but I am not afraid to
die, for I will go to Jesus."
"To Jesus!
Why, what do you know about Jesus?
Why, father, you know mother used to
send me to the Sunday-school at the
corner, and the teachers told me all
about Jesus, and taught me how to
pray; and for this reason, father, I was
never afraid of you when you came
home drunk and abused poor mother
and the children; and I saw that you
could not injure me. Now, father, I
am going to die, and would die quite
happy if you would promise me to do
two things." Well, my son, what are
they? If it is in my power, I will do
them." Father, promise me that you
will drink no more whiskey; this is the
cause of all poor mother's distress, and
if you would not drink, you would be a
good man, and mother and the children
would be so happy. Well, father, now
promise me that you will pray." Pray?
Why, I don't know how to pray!" "Fa-
ther, kneel down by my bed, and I will
teach you how to pray!" Squire, I
knelt down; he prayed. I followed, e-
peating his words-my heart was broke.
He led me I know not where, or how,
or how long; but this I know: that light,
comfort, peace, and joy filled my soul,
as I rejoiced in a sin-pardoning God.
My wife came in, the children followed,
and all fell on their knees around the
bed; we all rejoiced, and when I raised
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my head to bless the instrument of my
conversion he was dead! His spirit had
been wafted away with the glad news
of my repentance to heaven. He was an
eye-witness to that joy which is among
the angels of God over a sinner that re-
penteth. His hands were clasped as in
prayer, and a sweet smile sealed his
lips in death."
}}
A Drunkard's Brain.
The startling doctrines taught in
"Youman's Basis of Prohibition are
fully corroborated by the following
passage from the Boston Medical Four-
nal:
Hyrtl, by far the greatest anatomist
of the age, used to say that he could dis-
tinguish in the darkest room, by one
stroke of the scalpel, the brain of the
incbriate from that of the person who
had lived soberly. Now and then he
would congratulate his class upon the
possession of a drunkard's brain, admir-
ably fitted, from its hardness and more
complete preservation, for the purpose
of demonstration. When an anatomist
wishes to preserve a human brain for
any length of time, he effects his object
by keeping that organ in a vessel of
alcohol. From the soft, pulpy substance
it becomes comparatively hard; but the
inebriate, anticipating the anatomist,
begins the indurating process before
death-begins it while the brain remains
in the consecrated temple of the soul,
while its delicate and gossamer tissues
throb with the pulses of heaven-born
life. Strange infatuation, thus to dese-
crate the godlike! Terrible enchant-
ment, that dries up all the fountains of
generous feeling, petrifies all the tender
humanities and sweet charities of life,
leaving only a brain and a heart of
stone.
The Distiller and His Son.
A temperance man in Pennsylvania
says: "I went to see a distiller, and of-
fered him the pledge to sign. 'No,
sir,' said he, 'I manufacture the article,
and do you suppose I would sign? I'll
tell you what I'll do,' said he. I have
a son, and I should be right glad if you
could get him to sign; and you may tell
him if he will there are five hundred
dollars in the hands of Mr. Taylor, and
the home farm, and he shall have them
both if he signs it.' Like many a father,
he was willing to give anything but the
influence of example. So off I went in
search of the son. I told him what his
father said. 'Well, now,' said he, 'how
can you expect me to trot, when daddy
and mammy both paces?' I turned
round, and went right off after the old
man. Now,' said I, 'what do you say
to that?' 'Well, sir,' said he, 'I pledge
you my word I never saw it in that light
before; and I will never drink nor
manufacture another drop as long as I
live.' And he put his name down upon
the spot. I took the pledge to the young
man with his father's name to it, and he
signed it directly.
The Dutchman's Inn.
I called at a public-house at Manhat-
tanville, N. Y., which was kept by a
German. My attention was attracted to
the notice over the bar, which read
thus:
"Gott bless your coming in,
If you have the dimes."
Another read:
"Gott bless your going out,
If you have paid your bill."
Here was selfishness in the extreme.
The blessing upon their "coming in"
or "going out "all depended on their
"having the dimes" and having “paid
their bill." The whole liquor-traffic is
supreme selfishness from beginning to
end.
The Drunkard's Dream.
The Rev. Mr. Tennent, of Freehold,
N. J., had a neighbor, a carpenter by
trade, who was an habitual drunkard,
and spent much time, particularly eve-
nings and Sabbath-days, in company
with people of like habits, and never
went to church or religious meetings.
This man dreamed one night that he
had a fit of sickness and died, and, as
he had always expected, after death he
went to hell. Hell was not to him what
he expected to find it, but was a very
large tavern, with a bar-room full of
benches, well lighted up, all the
benches filled with people, all silent
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"Don't be in a hurry, deacon.
Wouldn't you like a glass of good old
Jamaica this cold morning?"
each with a hat on his head, and each | his neighbor, B-, the latter was cnop-
covered with a black cloak reaching to ping wood at the door. The usual salu.
his feet. The man went up to the land- tations were exchanged, the severity of
lord, and said, "I expected to find hell the weather briefly discussed, and the
made demonstrations of
full of fire and a place of torment, as it horseman
was always represented to me while passing on, when the neighbor detained
living; but I find it very agreeable." | him with:
Upon this, every one of the persons
stood up, and each
and each one slowly and
silently opened wide his cloak, and,
holding it open, displayed his body, a "Thank you kindly," said the old
solid mass of fire. The man was so gentleman, beginning to dismount with
struck by the sight that he begged the all the deliberation becoming a deacon,
landlord to allow him to return to earth" I don't care if I do."
again, who, after many entreaties, con-
sented that he should return if he
would make a solemn promise to re-
turn there again at the end of a year.
This the man promised, and awoke.
The dream filled his mind with great
horror, and in the morning he went to
Mr. Tennent and related it. Mr. Ten-
nent advised him to reform and lead a Professor Gibbons, of Philadelphia,
new life; it seemed a special warning in a public address to the graduates of
which, if he neglected it, would enhance the Philadelphia Medical College, as-
his future punishment, etc. The man serted that of all the physicians who
did reform, and for six months avoided have received diplomas to practise
his old companions. At the expiration medicine from the various medical
of that time he was returning from schools in America during the present
work one evening, and was met by sev-century, one-half have reeled into the
eral of them near a tavern, and they drunkard's grave.
began to ridicule him for becoming re-
ligious, and dared him to go in and take
one drink with them. The man felt
"Ah! don't trouble yourself to get
off, deacon," said the wag; "I merely
asked for information."
Drunken Physicians.
Child.
strong in his new resolutions, and said The Drunken Father and his Infant
he would go in and take one drink
to show it would not hurt him. He
took one drink and another till he was
much intoxicated. From that time he
returned to his old habits, and grew
worse and worse. His family lived in
the second story of a house to which
there were stairs on the outside; and
one night, on which he had drunk more
than usual, he made shift to get up-
stairs and to bed; but in the morning,
when he went out of the door to go
to his work, he was still drunk, and
pitched off the stairs to the ground, and
broke his neck. The news was carried
to Mr. Tennent, who, instantly recol-
lecting the man's dream, on looking at
a memorandum he had made when the
man told him the dream, found it was a
year that day since the man told it to
him.
The Deacon and His Neighbor.
As Deacon A-, on a cold morning
in January, was riding by the house of
A drunkard who had run through his
property, says Dr. Schnebly, returned
one night to his unfurnished home. He
entered its empty hall; anguish was
gnawing at his heart-strings, and lan-
guage is inadequate to express his ago-
ny as he entered his wife's apartment,
and there beheld the victims of his
appetite, his lovely wife and darling
child. Morose and sullen, he seated
himself without a word; he could not
speak, he could not look upon them.
The mother said to the little angel
by her side, "Come, my child, it
is time to go to bed"; and that lit-
tle babe, as was her wont, knelt by
her mother's lap, and gazing wistfully
into the face of her suffering parent,
like a piece of chiselled statuary, repeat-
ed her nightly orison; and when she
had finished, the child (but four years.
of age) said to her mother, “Dear ma,
may I not offer up one more prayer?'
"Yes, yes, my sweet pet, pray"; and she
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·
lifted up her tiny hands, closed her
eyes, and prayed, "O God! spare, oh!
spare my dear papa!" That prayer
was wafted with electric rapidity to the
throne of God. It was heard on high-
'twas heard on earth. The responsive
"Amen" burst from that father's lips,
and his heart of stone became a heart
of flesh. Wife and child were both
clasped to his bosom, and in penitence
he said, "My child, you have saved
your father from the grave of a drunk-
ard. Il sign the pledge!"
Drinking Alone.
The author of the "Parson's Daugh-
ter," when surprised one evening in his
arm-chair, two or three hours after din-
ner, is reported to have apologized by
saying, "When one is alone the bottle
does come round so often."
Death and the Grave.
"I am hungry," said the Grave; "give
me some food."
"I will send forth a minister of de-
struction," replied Death, "and you
shall be satisfied."
"And what minister will you send
forth?"
"I will send forth Intemperance, and
he shall carry alcohol for a weapon."
"It is well," said the Grave; "but
how know you the people will fall into
the snare?
"
"I will demand the assistance of the
tempter," replied Death, "and he shall
disguise the snare under various se-
ducing forms, such as food and medi-
cine, and pleasure, and hospitality, and
benevolence. The people will then
drink and die."
"I am content," said the Grave; "so
I perceive that your scheme is skilful
and will succeed."
The church bells began to toll, and
the mourners to walk through the
streets, and the sexton to ply his mat-
tock and his spade; for the minister of
destruction had gone forth, and once
more Death and the Grave met together
to exult over the success of their
schemes.
"And who is this they are bringing?"
asked the Grave.
|
"This is an old man who fancied
that wine was necessary to recruit his
wasted strength. He began with but
a little at first, but gradually increased
the quantity, and finally drank to excess
and died."
"And who is this?"
"This is a young man who was fond
of company, and thought liquor was
necessary to convivial meetings. He
contracted the habit of drinking, and is
now a corpse."
"And whom are they now bringing,
followed by a train of weeping chil-
dren?"
"This is a broken-hearted woman
whose husband became a confirmed
drunkard, and who left her children to
pine in want while he spent his time
and money in the tavern.
And now
they are bringing the corpse of the hus-
band himself, who has lost his life in a
drunken brawl."
"Hush," said the Grave, "I hear a
loud wail and the sobs of grief that
will not be silenced. What is the
meaning of this?"
"Ah!" said Death, "they are bring-
ing the body of a little infant, whose
drunken father, aiming the blow at his
wife, destroyed it at the breast; and the
mother, like Rachel, 'refuseth to be
comforted because her child is not.'"
"And these?"
"These are the bodies of a murderer
and his victim; they were once bosom
friends, but wine snapped the bonds of
friendship. They quarrelled over their
cups, and one having died by the hand
of his companion, the other suffered the
felon's death. But here is the crowning
incident of our scheme. Behold the
corpse of a suicide! This man drank
until his property was dissipated and
his mind deranged; and so, in his dis-
traction, he laid violent hands upon his
own life."
Long did these dark associates thus
converse, and loud was the cry that
ascended to heaven from injured pa-
rents and children and brethren and
friends, until at last Mercy was sent
down to see what could be done to
check the mischief. And Mercy instant-
ly sent her healing minister, and she
called it Total Abstinence; "for," said
she, "they cannot touch the evil with-
out contamination; like the poison of
the upas-tree, its very smell is deadly,
and no one is safe that comes within
the reach of its influence."
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The church bells were but seldom | ture when the very room where she lay
heard, and but few mourners were seen
in the streets. The wailings of the wi-
dow and the orphan were succeeded by
hymns of praise and thanksgiving; for
Death and the Grave were despoiled of
all their prey.
The Drunkard and his Dying Daugh-
""
ter.
'Why don't you ask pa to be still
while I'm dying?"
Ellen was a lovely girl of fourteen,
the oldest and the favorite of a once
happy family. When the school hours
were over, she would hasten home, and
sit with her needlework by her mother,
or tend her little brother, yet in his
cradle, or do whatever else was required
of her, so kindly, so uncomplainingly,
that her presence in the family was like
an angel visit. When she went about
the house in her pleasant and quiet
manner, her mother's brow of care would
often be lighted up with hope and joy.
She would sometimes sit and fondly
gaze upon her daughter, after having
listened to the sweet tones of her voice
while she narrated some little occur-
rence, some passing event; and as she
looked upon her in the loveliness of
her young and unembittered existence,
she felt all the affection of a maternal
heart. And yet her eye grew dim with
the rising tear, as she thought of the
future; as she more than anticipated
the woes which might, in coming years,
be the portion of her beloved child.
But only a short time from the period
of which I am now speaking a change
came over the spirit of the mother, for
a change had passed upon the lovely
daughter. Ellen became pensive and
languid; her eye was sunken; her cheek
was pale; her form was emaciated; and
she lay languishing upon her couch,
over which her mother watched, by
night and by day, till the evening to
which I refer.
It was the hour of twilight. The
streets were getting still. All was
hushed around the dwelling of
where lay the wasted form of Ellen.
She had been raised up in her bed, that
she might see the sun go down in the
west. She watched his rays, as they
lingered upon the distant hills, till she
grew tired with looking. She had just
been placed in a more reposing pos-
became the scene of strange confusion..
From the hoarse throat of the drunkard
was poured forth a volley of oaths and
The room was
horrid imprecations.
filled with the stench of his sepulchral
breath. The care-worn and heart-
broken wife was rudely driven from
the bedside of the dying Ellen. The
younger children were huddled to-
gether in one corner of the room, pale
with fear, and their eyes red with weep-
ing. The senseless babbling and noisy
violence of the drunkard still con-
tinued. The breath of Ellen grew
fainter and shorter. She raised her
little skeleton hand, and beckoned her
mother, who stood weeping the other
side of the room, to come to her. She
came. The poor child had only
strength to say, "Why don't you ask
pa to be still while I'm dying?" These
were the last words of Ellen; but they
were in vain. With the last sigh of
her gentle spirit there went up to hea-
ven also the inhuman ravings of the
drunken father! This story is not a
fiction, not a matter of imagining, but
of real occurrence.
Had the owner of the grog-shop in
that neighborhood the spirit of a man
or of a demon within him? For a little
filthy lucre he could fabricate such
misery and deal out such death all
around him.
A Drunkard's Home.
The following melancholy picture of
a drunkard's home is copied from the
Buffalo Spectator. The writer says it
may be relied on as a fact.
Intemperance rifles 'sweet home'
of its pleasant joys. A few weeks ago
I addressed the people in Simsbury,
Conn., on intemperance. Sabbath af-
ternoon I visited a drunkard's home.
There was but a single room in the
house, and that looked as if it had not
for a long time known the operation of
cleansing. It was covered with dirt.
Sticks, crumbs of bread, and walnut-
shells were scattered over the floor. On
a chest sat Jeremiah Hamerson, the fa-
ther. He was no common drunkard.
For fifteen years he could justly be
styled the 'King of Drunkards.' He had
from day to day drunk himself drunk, in
spite of everything. He was a mech?.
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nic. He had been a man of strong a deep and solemn tone, Mock not,
mind and extensive reading and intelli-
gence, and was said to have a remarka-
bly tenacious memory.
lest your bands be made strong!'
Then, after a solemn pause, he added
"That day is coming when you shall not
Intemperance had, during fifteen have one word to say, though you
successive years, sunk him lower and would!" A few days after this he fell
lower. Some of the bitter fruits of his suddenly ill, and for three days his
transgressions were blasphemy, infideli- | tongue swelled, and though he seemed
ty, abuse of his wife, poverty, disease, very earnest to speak, yet he could not
and debt. Hamerson sat on the chest, command one word, and he died in
resting his elbow on a table, on which great torment and seeming terror.
were a few dishes, broken and dirty. Wodrow, the faithful historian who
Two of his children stood near.
gives the above facts, has added these
words: "Some yet alive know the truth
of this passage."
The Drunkard and the Robber.
A man went home drunk a few eve-
"Some men from the house of God
soon swept and cleansed the room, and
removed the pieces of furniture and bed
out of doors. This was hardly done.
before a sleigh came slowly to the door,
bringing the ghastly and stiffened
corpse of Hamerson's wife, which had
been found in the neighboring woods.
Hamerson had often savagely beaten nings since, as he was in the habit of do-
this miserable woman. Her cries, some-ing, and retired to his room; presently
times, on Sabbath morning, were heard
at the distance of half a mile. At last
her spirits sank; it seemed as if the
grave was the only outlet for her accu-
mulated sorrows. A few days before
this Hamerson had beat her severely;
in despair, she fled into the woods and
perished alone in the darkness and
storm and midnight. This was a
drunkard's home. Would that every
female about to unite her interest with
that of one who tastes the intoxicating
cup could look upon this home! Veri-
ly, she would 'receive instruction.""
The Drunken Mocker's End.
John Nisbet, a lawyer of Glasgow,
was a mocker of piety and a drunkard.
In 1681, when the Rev. Donald Cargill
was called to suffer martyrdom for his
Master's cause, he was most cruelly in-
sulted by Nisbet. Mr. Cargill was an
aged man, venerable in his appearance,
his hair white as snow, and had long
been loved and revered by all good men
as the eloquent minister of the High
Church of Glasgow. As he stood in
chains, "ready to be offered," Nisbet
said to him, "Mr. Donald, will you
give us one word more?" alluding, in
mockery, to a familiar phrase which
this eminent servant of Christ frequent-
ly used when concluding his discourses.
The martyr turned on him his eyes in
tears of sorrow and regret, and said, in
the cry of murder, robbers, and the dis-
charge of a pistol was heard by the board-
ers to proceed from his apartment, and
found him leaning against the bed, much
on hastening in to learn the cause, they
agitated, crying, "I have killed him!"
and on looking they saw a fifty-dollar
looking-glass all broken to pieces. He
had seen his own face and shot at it,
supposing it to be a robber.
Different Forms.
An old lady said her husband was
very fond of peaches, and that was his
only fault.
Fault, madam," said one, "how can
you call that a fault?”
Why, because there are different
ways of eating them. My husband takes
them in the form of brandy."
The Drunkard's Will.
I leave to society a ruined character,
wretched example, and memory that
will soon rot.
I leave to my parents during the rest
of their lives as much sorrow as human-
ity, in a feeble and decrepit state, can
sustain.
I leave to my brothers and sisters as
much mortification and injury as I could
well bring on them.
I leave to my wife a broken heart, a
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life of wretchedness, a shame to weep
over my premature death.
I give and bequeath to each of my
children poverty, ignorance, a low char-
acter, and the remembrance that their
father was a monster.
A Drunkard's Testimony.
"Tell me," said a benevolent visitor
to a poor drunkard, when urging him
to abandon the intoxicating cup, "where
was it that you took your first steps in
this intemperate course?" "At my fa-
ther's table," replied the unhappy man.
"Before I left home to become an ap-
prentice, I had acquired a love for the
drink that has ruined me. The first drop
I ever tasted was handed me by my now
poor heart-broken mother!"
"Drank up his Family Bible."
man.
There lived lately in the city of An-
napolis a man named Stephen Rum-
mels. He had been a drunkard for
four years, during which period he
never went to bed sober when he could
get anything to drink; nor did he ever
go to a place of worship, though prior to
his taking to drink he was a professor
of religion. His family frequently suf-
fered for the necessaries of life. "Often,"
said he,
on my return home at night, I
have met my wife crying at the door."
For some years he has been a reformed
Prior to his reformation he was
a mere wreck. His limbs were swol-
len, his hands were so tremulous that he
could hardly hold a glass of water, and
his mental powers were also consider-
ably weakened. "Now," said he, "I
feel well, I can eat hearty, sleep sound-
ly, am ten years younger, have money
to go to market with, and am never
without a dollar in my pocket." Dur-
ing his drunken career one thing went
after another, and finally he "drank up
his family Bible, which had cost him
ten dollars," but since his reform he has
bought back that precious book, which
he had sold for naught, and from the
savings of temperance has been en-
abled to give ten dollars to a new brick
church now building for the colored
people of Annapolis. In addition to
which, he has taught a colored Sabbath-
school and collected for the above
church $46 91.
"Five years ago," said he, "I was a
degraded drunkard, and deserved to be
sent to hell; now I am a member of a
Christian church, and, what is more, I
have obtained a good report of all that
know me. I believe I have the confi-
dence of the whole town, gentlemen and
ladies, drunkards and blackguards."-.
Since his reformation he has acted on
the principle of "total abstinence,"
which he considers the only safe ground
for any man who has been intemperate.
"I have not even so much as taken a
glass of small beer," said he, "though I
do not know that that would intoxicate
me."
"When you made up your mind to
quit drinking, did you stop suddenly?"
"I was advised to taper off, but I de-
termined to stop at once, if it cost me
my life."
"Did you experience any inconve-
nience from such a course?"
"Not at all; my mental powers be-
gan to strengthen immediately, and my
health to improve. If I had attempted
to taper off, I fear I should have tapered
on more deeply than ever, and, from the
shattered condition of my health, I be-
lieve I should not have stood it six
months longer."
"How was your appetite before you
quit?
Very poor. I had to drink four or
five glasses before I could get anything
to stay on my stomach."
"How were your spirits?"
"Dreadful bad-I was as miserable
as any man could be to be out of hell.”
"Did you feel as if you were degrad-
ed and an outcast in society?"
"Yes, I felt all that degradation, woe,
and misery which, as true as his sha-
dow in the mid-day sun, are the con-
stant attendants of the drunkard. I
doubted whether I should ever regain
the confidence which I had forfeited
for four months after I quit drinking Í
had not the heart to go to a place of
worship. I did not feel worthy to ap-
pear among decent people, but was like
the poor publican who stood afar off,
and smote upon his breast, and said,
God be merciful to me a sinner."
"Have you had any temptation to re-
turn to your former habits?"
"None at all since I came to the
determination contained in those two
words, 'taste not.' It has saved me, and
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will save every poor drunkard in the
land. I will risk my life on it, if they
will try it." And with increased anima-
tion he exclaimed, "I consider the tem-
perance cause second only to the Bible
itself. I rejoice in its success. Stop its
operations, and in vain may the minis-
ters of the Gospel preach; as long as
the practice of moderate drinking pre-
vails, drunkenness will abound in the
land. I have often said to the moderate
drinker, 'Your example does more
harm than that of the drunkard himself.'
Thanks be to God, who hath given me
the victory through our Lord Jesus
Christ!"
The above particulars I obtained in a
conversation with S. Rummels himself,
in my late visit to Annapolis. He is a
living example of the influence of tem-
perance principles and the power of
divine grace to bring the "dead to life
and save that which was lost." Let us
not, then, give up as beyond hope the
poor drunkards of the land, but in
the spirit of philanthropy and Christian
kindness urge them to try the principle
of total abstinence, which will save them
as certainly as it did the man who drank
up his family Bible, but afterward re-
deemed it again.
Drunken Sam Farmer.
A writer in the Tribune tells the sto-
ry of Sam Farmer, as illustrative of the
practical operation of one feature of the
Connecticut law. We can quote only
the conclusion, condensing the rest into
a single paragraph, thus:
Sam Farmer was very intemperate;
as a consequence, himself and his fami-
ly were very poor and miserable. When
the Ist of last August came, bringing
with it the enforcement of the new law
against drunkard-making, Sam, with
jug in hand, visited the Empire State-
which has had the distinguished honor
for the past five months of being the
general grog-shop for Connecticut tip-
plers to get his usual supply of rum.
Returning drunk, he was arrested, and,
unable to pay his fine of twenty dollars,
was sent to jail for three months. That
long period of enforced abstinence
gave him some new ideas of himself
and of the virtues of sobriety; and here
follows the finale of the story:
'When we knew Sam Farmer, he
was a rum-bloat-dirty, ragged, fetid,
silly. When we met him, we met a
very respectable, clean-looking, well-
dressed, sensible working-man.
"How d'ye do?' said such a looking
individual to us. I am glad to see
you. I want to thank you from the bot-
tom of my heart for all you have said
and wrote and printed in favor of the
Maine Law.'
"Sam saw that we did not recognize
him. He understood his new charac-
ter; we did not. In reply we said:
"Who is it?'
"We said it kindly, as though we
thought there was something of huma-
nity in the form before us. It was not
the despised form of a rum-soaked
beast only half-human.
"The words went down into his heart,
and the tears rolled down his cheeks as
he answered:
"I don't wonder you don't know
me. I hardly know myself. I am not
the same creature as I was before they
shut me up to get sober. Why, God
bless you, sir, I am—that is, I am what
was-drunken Sam Farmer!'"
The Drunken Sailor's Defence.
A sailor was examined on a com-
plaint for stealing a number of yards of
broadcloth from the door of Isaac Os-
good's store, in Dock Square, Boston.
When he had slept himself into sobriety,
he was taken to the police-office, where
his only defence was that "he'd scorn
to do it, only for the rum."
One Thousand Dollars Reward.
"Ran away from the subscriber, with-
in a few years, his whole estate, consist-
ing of houses, land, etc. They gradual-
ly and almost imperceptibly stole away,
after being put in motion by the magic
art of one Intemperance, who lived in
the family. Any person who will put
me in possession of said estate shall be
entitled to the above reward.
'TOPER.
"N.B.-All persons are cautioned to
beware of said Intemperance, as I am
told he has established a large number
of places of rendezvous in the city,
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where numbers of the incautious are conduct in giving way to so dreadful a
daily seduced."
The above advertisement we cut
from the American Mercury, printed at
Hartford in the year 1776. The same
scoundrel who committed the depreda-
tion complained of is still at large, but
in a fair way to be brought to justice.
The Sons of Temperance posse are in
pursuit of the culprit, and if we get
him completely in our power, as we
hope to ere long, he will be drowned in
cold water.
Decently Drunk.
A man was in conversation with
another about his neighbor. "Does he
get drunk?" asked the friend. "Drunk?
Yes, indeed," was the reply. "I get
drunk myself; but then I always do it
decently. You never catch me stagger-
ing home late at night. But the brute
reels into his house in open day."
There are many men who practise this
doctrine. You don't see them stagger-
ing through the streets by daylight,
though they are frequently decently
drunk at night.
The Duchess and Mr. Pope.
In Queen Anne's time drunkenness
was rather popular than otherwise. In
the manuscripts cf the British Museum
there is a letter from the private secre-
tary of the celebrated Duchess of Marl-
borough, addressed to Mr. Pope, which
began thus: SIR: My lady, the Duch-
ess, being drunk, was unable to see you
yesterday." Temperance societies were
unknown in those days.
The Dying Drunkard's Accusation.
A respectable gentleman at Edin-
burgh related a most affecting fact,
which we will briefly repeat. A reli-
gious lady at Edinburgh was sent to
visit a woman who was dying in conse-
quence of disease brought on by intem-
perance. The woman had formerly
been in the habit of washing in the
lady's family, and when she came to the
dying woman she remonstrated with
her on the folly and wickedness of her
sin as that of intemperance. The dying
woman said, "You have been the author
of my intemperance."
"What did you
say?" with pious horror exclaimed the
lady. “I the author of your intempe-
rance!" "Yes, ma'am; I never drank
whiskey till I came to wash in your
family. You gave me some, and told
me it would do me good. I felt invigo-
rated, and you gave it me again. When
I was at other houses not so hospitable
as yours, I purchased a little, and by-
and-by I found my way to the spirit-
shop, and thought it was necessary to
carry me through my hard work, and
little by little I became what you now
see me." Conceive what this lady felt.
The Devil's Triangle.
In a beautiful village in Columbia
County, in the centre, were three places
where they sold liquor and many drunk-
ards were made. There were three cor-
ncrs; on one a tavern, on another a
tavern, on the third a grocery where the
Christian professor sold rum. A minis-
terial brother came to assist me. When
we arose in the morning, he looked out
and beheld the two taverns and the rum
grocery. He enquired of me: "What!
have we got into the devil's triangle?"
Drinketite.
A benevolent woman had visited a
poor man whom intemperance had
ruined, and he was rapidly wasting
away with consumption. She had car-
ried him chicken-broth and other deli-
cacies. She met his little boy one day,
and enquired of him: "How is your
father?" The little fellow lisped and
said: "He's no better." Desiring to
send him something to eat, she en-
quired: "How is his appetite?" He
answered: "I don't know how his ap-
petite is, but his drinketite is very good."
Danger of Evil Associates
A few years ago a young man in the
neighborhood of Bristol (Eng.), who
had lived an irreligious life, being dan-
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"The Devil's Blood."
>
The Rev. Mr. Heckwelder relates the
following fact of the influence of rum
upon an Indian :
gerously ill, was visited by a Methodist | further, sir. I turned round and went
preacher, who faithfully labored for his home, and have never been in a public-
conversion to God. The young man house since-thank God for it! I am
professed to experience a change of now a happy man, sir, and this little
heart. At length he recovered from his girl has done it all; and when you said
illness, and with returning health be- that even she had influence, I could not
came a regular attendant at a place of help saying, "That's true, sir." All
worship, and for a time gave satisfac- have influence."
tory evidence of being a genuine Chris-
tian; but he had not been well long
before he formed an acquaintance with
some wicked young men, who tried to
induce him to forsake his religious com-
panions and the public worship of God.
At first he was unyielding; but as he
did not wholly abandon their society,
they continued to ply their artful entice-
ments to allure him from the path of
virtue. Nor were they unsuccessful.
From the corrupting influence of their
example he soon lost his relish for pri-
vate prayer and the reading of God's
Word. He next absented himself from
the week evening meetings, and then
from the house of God on the Sabbath.
Soon he went to the dram-shop, and
drank to excess. In this course he
went on only a few weeks, when
such had become the desperate state of
his heart that, being with his drinking
companions, he took up his glass and
cried out,
"Here's damnation to the
Methodist preacher who visited me!"
Soon after this he started for Ireland;
the ship in which he went was wrecked,
and he was dashed to pieces on the
rocks
The Drunkard and His Little Child.
The Rev. Newman Hall related the
following touching story of the influ-
ence of a child:
"A gentleman lecturing in the neigh-
borhood of London said, 'Everybody
has influence, even that little child,'
pointing to a litle girl in her father's
arms. That's true,' cried the man. At
"An Indian who had been born and
brought up at Minisink, near the Dela-
ware Water Gap, told me, nearly fifty
years ago, that he had once, under the
influence of strong liquor, killed the
best Indian friend he had, fancying him
to be his avowed enemy.
"He said that the deception was com-
plete, and that, while intoxicated, the
face of his friend presented to his eyes
all the features of the man with whom
he was in a state of hostility.
"It is impossible to express the hor-
ror with which he was struck when he
awoke from that delusion. He was so
shocked that he resolved never more to
taste the maddening poison, of which
he was convinced the devil was the in-
ventor; for it could only be the evil spi-
rit who made him see his enemy when
his friend was before him, and produced
so strong a delusion upon his bewil-
dered senses.
"From that time until his death,
which happened thirty years afterward,
he never drank a drop of ardent spi-
rits, which he always called 'the devil's
blood,' and was firmly persuaded that
the devil or some of the infernal spirits
had a hand in preparing it."
Millie.
the close he said to the lecturer, I beg The Drunkard and His Daughter
pardon,,sir, but I could not help speak-
ing. I was a drunkard; but, as I did
not like to go to the public-house alone,
I used to carry this child. As I ap-
proached the public-house one night,
hearing a great noise inside, she said,
"Don't
a
Some one writes the following:
"One night I was out late. I re-
turned by Lee cabin
cabin about eleven
As I approached I saw
o'clock.
"Hold
go, father."
your strange-looking object cowering under
tongue, child!" "Please, father, the low eaves. A cold rain was falling;
don't go." "Hold your tongue, I it was autumn. I drew near, and there
say." Presently I felt a big tear fall was Millic, wet to the skin. Her father
on my cheek. I could not go a step had driven her out some hours before;
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she had lain to listen to the heavy snore | place, in the full tide of prosperity.
of his drunken slumbers, so that she much company came. Friends often
might creep back to her bed. I tried to called to congratulate them and take a
take her home with me; but no, true as glass of 'good cheer.' With their
a martyr to his faith, she struggled from friends they drank and drank again,
me, and returned to the now dark and till they became exceedingly fond of the
silent cabin. Things went on for weeks liquid poison. It was not a year from
|
and months, but at length Lee grew the time the nuptial knot was tied be-
less violent, even in his drunken fits, to fore one would enquire of another and
his self-denying child; and one day, another if there was not something sin-
when he awoke from a slumber after a gular at times in the appearance and
debauch, and found her preparing conduct of this late happy pair-some-
breakfast for him and singing a childish thing that indicated a degree of intoxi-
song, he turned to her, and, with a tone cation? Soon after such enquiries it
almost tender, said: 'Millie, what was whispered around that he had neg-
makes you stay with me?' 'Because lected his business for some time, and
you are my father, and I love you.' that she made a poor housewife, and
You love me?' repeated the wretched that their property would soon be gone.
man, 'you love me?' He looked at his At length the fact came fully out that
bloated limbs, his soiled and ragged they were drunkards. They were often
clothes. 'Love me!' he still murmured. seen intoxicated. Many wondered at
'Millie, what makes you love me? I the great and sudden change, and la-
am a poor drunkard. Everybody else mented their ruin. Poverty came on
despises me; why don't you?' 'Dear apace. Friends expostulated in vain.
father,' said the girl with swimming They seemed to care for nothing but
eycs, 'my mother taught me to love the intoxicating glass; and they, who
you; and every night she comes from had been much loved, began to be
heaven and stands by my little bed and shunned by all respectable persons.
says, "Millie, don't leave your father; They at length became so fond of spi-
he will get away from that rum fiend rits as to drink it several times in the
one of these days, and then how happy night after they had retired to rest; and
you will be."'"'
the better to accommodate themselves,
they placed a keg of liquor under the
bed, out of which they could easily
draw to satisfy the cravings of appetite.
One night, as the husband awoke from
his slumbers, and thought of the tum-
bler and the keg, other thoughts rushed
in and troubled him. He reflected upon
what he once was-the pride of a fami-
ly respected and honored by all. He
reflected also upon the poverty and dis-
grace he had brought upon himself,
upon the wretched condition of himself
and companion. They had fallen from
a high elevation. His heart ached; it
was too painful to be endured alone.
He waked up his wife, and, with a voice
of alarm, said, 'Dear S, the devil is
under the bed!' She, somewhat fright-
ened, demanded an explanation. He
then told her of the thoughts which had
been passing through his mind, and
spoke of the awful influence which the
'critter' was exerting on them, over
which they had been sleeping. They
talked and wept, and talked again, and
came fully to the conclusion that evil
spirits had been haunting their house
ever since they were married; that one
had even gotten under the bed, and that
The Devil under the Bed.
Several years since, while journeying
in the State of New York, I had an in-
teresting conversation with a friend on
the subject of temperance which made
an indelible impression on my mind.
Among other things, he related the fol-
lowing circumstance: "In this village,"
said he, "a short distance from my
house, lives a man and his wife, both of
whom, four or five years since, were
drunkards, but now they are sober and
industrious-are valuable members of
society. The history of their moral de-
formation and reformation is as follows:
Some ten years since they were married.
They were from respectable families,
their property considerable, and them-
selves much thought of in the village.
When they were married, they made a
splendid wedding, and all were talking
of the happy couple and of their flat-
tering prospects. After the marriage
evening was passed, and they cleverly
located in a fine house and pleasant
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it was not safe to have him there any
longer, or to harbor any of his kindred
associates in their habitation. They
therefore concluded to eject them all.
The husband then sprang up, seized
first the enemy nearest at hand, stepped
to the door, and dashed him headlong.
The wife in the meantime sought a light;
the house was thoroughly searched and
entirely exorcised. And since that
hour," continued my informant, some-
what animated, they have drunk no
spirit at all, and are doing well, are re-
spected, beloved, industrious, and pru-
dent, fast acquiring property; ves, they
are doing well."
Dissipation and Procrastination.
queen, and jocularly said, "Please
who
your Majesty, here is Lord
declines to take wine at your Majesty's
table." Every eye was turned to the
queen, and not a little curiosity was
evinced as to the manner in which the
total abstainer would be dealt with by
royalty. With a smiling and graceful
expression, her Majesty replied, “There
is no compulsion at my table."
The Doctor Outwitted.
Mr. Walter Ludbrook, of Little Moor-
fields, London, was attacked by small-
pox, by which he was soon made blind,
light-headed, and in high fever. The
disease, however, took a favorable turn,
when the medical man asked him one
day, supposing he were going to take
It is recorded of Archias, a Grecian wine, which he would prefer, sherry or
magistrate, that, being unpopular in his
port. To which the reply was: “I
government, he so far excited the hatred don't know the taste of either. I have
of many of the people that they con- been a teetotaler since I was a boy,
spired against his life. The day arrived now nearly twelve years, and I hope
when a fatal plot was to be executed. you won't wish me to take wine." Not-
Archias was more than half dissolved withstanding this answer, the doctor
in wine and pleasure when a messenger ordered the wine, and it was procured,
from Athens arrived in great haste with but the patient refused to take it. The
a packet which contained (as afterward doctor was told on a subsequent visit
appeared) a circumstantial account of that if spirits of wine was requisite it
the whole conspiracy. The messenger, might be sent. "Yes," said the medi-
being admitted into the presence of the cal man, "but I think there is a vinous
prince, said: "My lord, the person who principle in wine which gives a right
writes to you these letters conjures you tone to the stomach. I know very well
to read them immediately, as they con- these drinks have not the strength in
tain serious affairs." Archias replied, them they are generally supposed to
laughing, "Serious affairs to-morrow!" have." After this, improvement rapidly
and so continued his revel. On that followed without wine, and within a
same night, in the midst of his mirth, month from the seizure medicine was
the assailants rushed into the palace, totally dispensed with, the doctor, on
and the morrow found Archias a mur- his last visit, aware of the continued
dered man, thus leaving to the world abstinence of his patient, saying, “I
another striking example of the evil of must confess you have gained the vic-
dissipation and the danger of procras-tory and shall wear the laurel."
tination.
Declining to take Wine at Her Ma-
jesty's Table.
The Death-Grapple.
"Two of her Britannic Majesty's sol-
diers went on board a vessel on busi-
One of them took with him a
Rev. James Caughey, in his "Metho-
In the Church and State Gazette it is dism in Earnest," relates the follow-
stated that a British peer, when dining|ing:
with the queen, was challenged by a
royal duchess to take wine with her.
His lordship politely thanked her ness.
grace, but declined the compliment, bottle of liquor. They got drunk,
stating that he never took wine. The quarrelled, and, scizing cach other in
duchess immediately turned to the mortal conflict, carried their vengeance
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TEMPERANCE CYCLOPÆDIA.
"The next day, after learning this
fact, we took the boat and came to Bos-
ton in season to engage a passage in the
bark America for the Provinces. The
bark was towed down the harbor by a
tug-boat; and it was about six o'clock
when the tug left us. A light breeze
was just springing up, and every rag
of sail was shaken out that could be
made useful, bringing into activity every
sailor on board.
even unto the death. A gentleman | phen's to load, preparatory to a Euro.
came on deck just as they went over- pean voyage.
board. They continued their murder-
ous grapple in the water till they went
down to rise no more alive. But the
matter did not end here. The man who
let that soldier have the liquor had a
little harbor near his house where he
kept a small boat. One morning a few
weeks after the event, on going down to
his boat, lo! the victim of his rum, the
corpse of that unfortunate soldier, lay
beside his boat. It had floated seven
miles from where the catastrophe hap-
pened. A physician told me the effects
upon the man were awful.
Didn't Like the Medicine.
But the mate missed one stout,
brawny form that had been shipped
that day, and heard some cursing and
saw some lowering looks on the face
of three more of the newly-shipped
crew.
"The mate looked around anxiously,
and found the missing man half drunk
in his berth. He commanded him to
return to his duty; there must be no
shirking where he was, The drunken
man refused to do so.
"I will make you, then,' said the
angry mate.
A Washingtonian who had been a
hard drinker previous to his signing the
pledge was taken very sick, and for a
long time was unable to speak. His
friends, wishing to stimulate him, of-
fered him some liquor. He could not
speak, but shook his head, and con-
tinued to do so as often as it was offered
him. When he recovered, he requested
his friends not to offer him liquor, un-collar, and the next moment he was
"The enraged mate took hold of his
less they wanted to hurt his feelings.
Especially," said he, "when I am sick
don't give it to me. It nearly killed me
when I was well."
The Drunkard and His Dog.
A man returning home at night when
beastly drunk was attacked by his own
house-dog. The dog had observed
such a change in his master's voice and
appearance that he probably took him
for a hog or a thief.-Dr. Trotter.
The Drunken Sailor, the Mate, and
the Lady.
"You go to h-1!' said the drunken
sailor. 'I'd like to see the man who'll
make me return to my duty!'
sprawling on the deck. But only a
feet, and, taking a pistol from his pocket,
moment he lay there ere he was on his
said he would shoot the first man that
attempted to touch him.
"But our mate had never seen that
man whom he feared; and the next
moment the sailor was again sprawling
on the deck. The tiger-like gripe of the
mate kept hold of him, until the cap-
tain brought handcuffs and put them
on and took possession of his pistol.
Then they led him to the hatchway,
and he sat down on a chair for a few
moments while the captain and mate
were discussing the proper place to
keep him through the night.
"While the sailor thus sat, there were
so many different emotions expressed
on his countenance that I ventured near
enough to speak to him. First, I asked
'A few years ago," says Fanny Gar- if he had a wife and children; and, oh!
land, "during the month of August, what anguish and remorse were ex-
my health being poor, my husband pro- pressed on that noble-looking counte-
posed that we should have a short ex-nance-for it was a noble-looking face,
cursion on the water for our mutual spite of all the sensual look about the
benefit. At that time, fortunately, one mouth.
of his friends was here in Boston, cap-
tain of a large bark, bound for St. Ste-
Yes,' said he, 'I have a wife and
two little children, a boy and a girl.'
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47
"Oh!' said I," what would her feel- | When morning waves its golden hair,
ings be if she knew how you had con-
ducted yourself to-day?'
'Oh dear,' he groaned aloud, and
the tears began to roll down his cheeks;
"'twas rum that did it; 'twas not in me
to act like that. I'm never quarrelsome.
only when I've been drinking.'
"Then,' said I, 'why will you not
leave it off? How very happy it would
make your wife if you were never to
drink any more! Besides, would you
be willing for your children to follow
your example?'
Again and again he groaned, appa-
rently regardless that there might be
other listeners.
"Promise me,' said I, 'that you will
sign the pledge when you get home
never to drink any more intoxicating
drinks.'
"Lady, I never was talked to like
this before; if I had been, I think I
should have left it off before. And I
promise you, on my word and honor,
that I will never again taste nor touch
anything that intoxicates.'
"Never have I seen a more penitent
man than he. But I could say no more,
for the mate came to take him to his
solitary quarters.
"The next morning he returned to
duty thoroughly humbled; and from that
time there was not a more faithful man
aboard the vessel than he. I never saw
him again; but sometimes in my mind's
fancy I seem to see him in a state of
prosperity, which was wholly owing to
his abstaining from intoxicating beve-
rages."
Drunkards never Sleep.
It was a remark which much impress-
ed us, from the lips of Mr. Gough, that
the drunkard never sleeps. He knows
nothing of that calm, refreshing repose
of nature which is the great restorative
to man's physical and mental nature.
The following graphic lines from an
English paper most strongly express
the same idea:
"Who hath woe? Who hath sorrow? They
that tarry long at the wine."-Prov. xxiii. 29-30.
When night in holy silence brings
The God-willed hour of sleep,
Then, then the red-eyed revel swings
Its bowl of poison deep.
And smiles o'er hill and lea,
One sick'ning ray is doomed to glare
On yon rude revelry.
The rocket's flary moments sped,
Sinks black'ning back to earth;
Yet darker, deeper sinks his head
Who shares the drunkard's mirth!
Know you the sleep the drunkard
knows?
That sleep, oh ! who may tell
Or who can speak the fiendful throes
Of his self-heated hell?
Bedded perhaps on broken hearts,
Where slimy reptiles creep;
While the ball-less eye of death still
darts
Black fire on the drunkard's sleep.
These coffined hearts, when warm in
life,
Bled in his ruin wild;
Now the cold, cold lips of his shrouded
wife
Press lips of his shrouded child!
So fast, so deep the hold they keep:
Hark, his unhallow'd scream!
Guard us, O God! from the drunkard's
sleep,
From the drunkard's demon-dream!
The Effect of Punch-Drinking.
The one effect of punch-drinking we
all know is to make a man neglect his
best interests and the interests of those
dependent upon him, as well as eventu-
ally to alienate from him the affections
of his relatives and the respect of the
world. Another effect is that it makes
him act silly and mistake himself, very
naturally, while under its influence, for
some other and by no means respecta-
ble-looking individual. The following
piquant sketch illustrates this latter fact
in a very laughable and striking man-
ner. It is from the New York Spirit of
the Times:
"One particularly dark, damp, dull,
drizzly, and disagreeable day in the lat-
ter part of November, A.D. 1842, a tall,
gaunt, queer-looking customer, dressed
in a blue coat with metal buttons, a brim-
stone colored vest, and plaid buttons,
with calf-skin terminations, sat' solitary
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and alone' in a little room situated in a
certain little tavern in
Street, city
of Philadelphia. Before him was a lit-
tle round table on whose marble top
was a not a little' pitcher of smoking
punch 'screechin' hot' and a wine-glass.
The solitary individual was York,'
nothin' else, dear child, and that was
his second pitcherful-nigh his second
pitcher empty. One minute after and
you couldn't have squeezed a drop out
of either pitcher or glass by a forty-two
power hydraulic press.
'York' rang the bell. The waiter
popped his head in the door.
Ring, sa?'
"Of course I did. Is it clearing
off?'
"No, sa, damp, sa; fog so thick, sa,
you could ladle 'tout 'ith a spoon, sa.
Have anything, sa !'
"More punch, and strong!'
"Yes, sa, immediately, sa.'
pitcher, with the two glasses, made its
appearance.
and
York' filled one of the glasses
shoved it over the table.
'Will you drink, sir?' said he, ad-
dressing the figure in the glass. Oh!
you won't, eh? Well, I will.' And so
he did. 'Better drink, old fellow,' con-
tinued he. Your liquor's getting
| cold, and you look as if you were fond
of the thing.'
"No answer being returned, 'York
finished the pitcher, and rang the bell
again. In popped the waiter.
Ring, sa?'
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To be sure I rang. Didn't you
hear the b-b-ell? I did. Didn't I order
a p-p-p-rivate room, eh?'
"Yes, sa; this is a private room,
sa.'
"A pretty private room this is-with
a f-f-f-ellow sitting opposite that won't
take a glass of punch when it's offered
him--and a r-r-r-ed-nosed man at that!
Oh! well, never mind. Bring me
more punch, and two t-t-t-t-umblers.
I'll try him again.'
Presently pitcher No. 5, with glasses
to match, was borne in with due state.
"Better t-t-t-t-ry some, old boy,' said
"The waiter withdrew, and in a few
seconds the third pitcher of punch stood
before our hero, who attacked it zeal-
ously. 'York' had just drained the
last glassful from the pitcher, and was
beginning to feel glorious, when, on
raising his eyes, he saw his own fig-
ure in a large pier-glass directly oppo-York' coaxingly to his double. The
site. The reflection seemed to startle reflex merely looked good-natured, but
him. He rubbed his eyes, winked, said nothing.
coughed, started, winked, and rubbed
his eyes again.
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"Well,' continued
York' with a
sigh, if this isn't the m-m-m-m-ost
By thunder!' said he,' there's some infamous-never mind-I'll drink the
fellow sitting right before me. This is punch.' And so he did, every bit of
a private room, sir, for my sole accom-it. About five minutes sufficed to end
modation.' He waited a minute, ex- the pitcher. 'York' rang the bell super-
pecting an answer, but the reflection furiously. The waiter came again.
only stared at him, and held its peace. Ring, sa?'
was saying, sir, that this is my private
room-mine, sir,' cried ' York,' fetching
his voice an octave higher than before.
No answer was made, and he rang
the bell furiously. The waiter made
his appearance again.
"Ring, sa?'
"
Why, certain! Why sh-sh-ouldn't
I? Where's the-man-who keeps this
-place?'
"Boss, sa? I'll sen' 'im, sa.'
Shortly after mine host, a quiet-look-
ing little man, with a mottled, calico-
patterned face, and a shining bald head,
Yes, I did ring. Didn't I ask for made his appearance.
a private room?'
sa.'
Wha-wh-at's to pay?' demanded
Yes, sa; this is a private room,York,' rising, and assuming an air of
dignity.
"It is! Why, there's a fellow sit-
ting right before me now on the other
side of the table-rot his impudence!'
Table, sa-fellow-sa?'
Five punches-five levies, sir.'
"There's the money, sir,' said 'York,'
forking over the coin. And now I
want to know why-when I call-for a
'Yes, there is-well-never mind-.-p-p-p-rivate room, you should put
Bring on some more punch and two me here-with-s-s-omebody else?'
glasses.'
"There's nobody here but you and I.'
'Yes, sa; immediately, sa.
"Nobody! Do you s-s-uppose
I
"In a very short time the fourth can't see? Do you th-th-ink I'm drunk?
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49
There-look there! Two of 'em, by
jingo!'
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Well, sir, I must confess I can't see
any but us two.'
And York'
"You can't, eh?"
dragged the landlord to the table.
'Look there!' continued he, pointing
to the glass. Th-th-ere's the rascals
now. One of 'em's enough like you to
be your brother, and the other is the
most Lord-forsaken, meanest-looking
white man I ever saw.
Experiment on a Drunkard-Ignition
of Human Blood.
An experiment was recently made in
Berwick, Maine, by a student of medi-
cine, on the blood of a common drunk-
ard. The sot had probably swallowed
two gallons of rum during the previous
five days, during which time he had
taken little or no food. The student
remarked to him that he was in danger
of perishing by spontaneous combus-
tion, and stated that his blood was so
much encumbered by alcohol that it
could be ignited. The drunkard asked
to be bled. A pint of blood was taken
from him. A bowl containing this blood
was handed to one of the spectators,
who ignited a match, and on bringing it
in contact with the contents of the bowl a
conflagration ensued, burning with a
blue flame for the space of twenty-five
or thirty seconds.
Early Doomed.
I know a youth of only about seven-
teen years of age who is a devotee to
drunkenness. In vain has his aged
and widowed mother admonished and
besought him to avoid the company of
the dissipated. In vain has his affec-
tionate sister entreated him to turn from
the dreadful course of intemperance,
and to abandon the company of the
wicked. Still he remains incorrigible.
The mother and the sister have also
entreated the poison-dealer to withhold
the intoxicating draught. But he is
too destitute of humanity, too vile to
listen to their entreaties. Still he con-
tinues to deal out destruction to that
youth, and to pour out thereby bitter
anguish of soul upon that mother and
sister.
The End of a Drinking-Club.
A celebrated drinking-club, in a large
town in the west of Scotland, which had
formerly great influence at the local
Two of its
members were sent to a lunatic asylum;
elections, is broken up.
one jumped from a window and killed
himself; one walked or fell into the
water at night and was drowned; one
was found dead in a public-house; one
died of delirium tremens; upwards of
ten became bankrupt; four died ere they
had lived half their days; and one, who
was a bailiff when connected with the
club, is at present keeping a low public-
house. Such are a few facts, well-
known to those living in the locality.
Doctor Edwards and the Beer-
drinker.
"A
Says the Rev. Dr. Edwards:
bloated, red-faced beer-drinker came to
a friend of mine and wished to put his
name to the pledge of total abstinence
from the use of distilled liquor. My
friend, perceiving his habits, told him
he had better put his name to the pledge
of abstinence from the use of all intoxi-
cating liquor: 'for,' said he, 'Do you
know what filthy water they often make
use of in brewing?' 'O, yes,' said he,
I have been in a brewery three years
myself. I know all about it. And
don't you know, sir, that the more
filthy the water, the better the beer?'
My friend answered: 'No.' 'O, yes,'
said he, 'that is always the case. In
where I lived, the brewers, in
drawing their water from the river,
were very careful to have their pipes
come down into the river just at the
place which received the drainings from
the horse-stables; and there is no such
beer in the world as they make.' He,
too, thought that the drainings from the
horse-stables and filthy ponds were all
removed or purified by fermentation,
but he was grossly mistaken.
and hurtful ingredients are all removed
are all persons, if they think that foul
by fermentation."
And so
An Early Temperance Society.
The following paragraph was taken
from the Edinburgh Scotsman of 1836:
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"At the close of the 15th century
drunkenness prevailed to a frightful
extent in Germany, and more particu-
larly in the upper classes and among
the nobility. In the year 1600 a society
was formed for the discouragement of
this vice. Its founder was Maurice,
Landgrave of Hesse, and it was named
The Order of Temperance.' It in-
cluded among its supporters several of
the reigning princes, and many of the
principal nobles of Germany; dukes,
counts, landgraves, rheingraves, and
margraves were among its subscribing
members. The first of their laws ran as
follows: 'Be it ordained that every
member of this society pledges himself
from its institution, which dates De-
cember the 25th, 1600, until the same
day in December, 1602, never to become
intoxicated.' The daily allowance of
glasses of wine was limited to fourteen
-seven at each meal-and those who
could not do without luncheon were
allowed one glass at it, which, however,
was to be subtracted from the daily four-
teen. Other beverages, as 'beer, mine-
ral water, toast and water,' were allowed
at meals; but 'Spanish wines, brandy,
and geneva, strong malt liquors, as Lon-
don porter [it even then was in repute
abroad], and Hamborough double ales,'
were forbidden. The seven glasses
might be drunk in not less than three
draughts."
Epigram upon a Pale-faced Wife.
Why is it that on Emma's cheek
The lily blooms, and not the rose?
Because the rose has gone to seek
A place upon her husband's nose.
The Embarrassment.
A certain doctor, who sometimes
drank a good deal at dinner, was sum-
moned one evening to see a lady patient
when he was more than "half-seas
over," and conscious that he was so.
On feeling her pulse, and finding him-
self unable to count its beats, he mut-
tered: "Drunk, by Jove." Next morn-
ing, recollecting the circumstance, he
was greatly vexed, and just as he was
thinking what explanation he should
offer the lady, a letter was put in his hand.
"She too well knew," said the letter,
"that he had discovered the unfortunate
condition in which she was when he
visited her ;" and she entreated him to
keep the matter a secret in considera-
tion of the enclosed-a hundred dollar
bill.
Eminent Divines.
C
The world moves. Things have
greatly changed for the better, as the
following will show. S. G. Goodrich,
author of "Peter Parley's Tales," in
speaking of the improvement the
moral world has made during the last
century, says: About a century ago
an eminent New England divine, after-
wards president of Yale College, sent a
barrel of rum to Africa by a Rhode
Island captain, and got in return
negro boy, whom he held as a slave;
and this was not considered an offence.
I know of a distinguished D.D. who
was a distiller of New England rum
half a century ago, and with no loss of
reputation."
The First Temperance Society.
a
Doctor Billy J. Clarke, of Moreau,
Saratoga County, N. Y., was the pio-
neer in the great temperance reforma-
tion; he was the founder of the first tem-
perance society. Others have claimed
to be; but "honor to whom honor is
due."
Doctor Benjamin Rush's work on the
prevalence of the evils of intemperance
had made a powerful impression on his
mind and woke up all the energies of
his soul; he was so troubled in spirit
he could not rest. One dark evening,
in the breaking up of winter, he rode
three miles through the mud, and
knocked at the door of the Rev. Leb-
beus Armstrong. On entering the dwell-
ing, before he had taken his seat, he
uttered the following impressive words:
" Mr. Armstrong, I have come to see
you on important business."
lifting up both hands, he continued:
We shall all become a community of
drunkards in this town unless some-
thing is done to arrest the progress of
intemperance." This brief address con-
tained the seed of the temperance tree
that has produced such wonderful fruit.
Then,
At that visit Dr. Clarke developed
his plan for a temperance organization
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They organized the first temperance
society April 30, 1808. They held their
regular quarterly and annual meetings,
and for years no female attended
them. This was strange indeed.
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which was heartily responded to by Mr. | their original constitution : Resolved,
Armstrong.
That the constitution adopted April,
1808,be amended by adopting the pledge
of total abstinence from all that can in-
toxicate." What a stupendous advance!
What a mighty improvement! Doctor
Clarke and Mr. Armstrong I knew very
well. Their names are enrolled as
leaders, pioneers in one of the best of
causes identified with man's happiness
here and his eternal felicity hereafter.
The First Pledge-its Deficiency.
It is enough to make one smile when
we look at the first pledge. But the
pioneers in the great work did good,
and no organization is perfect at first.
See the difference between our “Articles
of Confederation" and the "Constitu-
tion of the United States."
The first temperance society had a
constitution with fifteen articles.
Rear-Admiral Foote.
There are many brilliant names on
the roll that fame has made immortal;
but among the most brilliant is that of
Rear-Admiral Alexander H. Foote. He
was the hero of Fort Henry and Fort
Donelson; the hero of temperance;
and the Christian hero.
The fourth read thus: "No member
shall drink rum, gin, whiskey, or any
distilled spirits, or compositions of the
He was the first to introduce the prin-
same, or any of them, cxcept by advice ciple of total abstinence from intoxicat-
of a physician, or in case of actual dis-ing drinks in the navy; and this made a
ease; also excepting wine at public din-
ners; under penalty of twenty-five cents:
provided that this article shall not in-
fringe on any religious ordinance."
How strangely defective! What dif-
ference does it make whether we are
destroyed by many sparks or by a gen-
eral conflagration? whether we are poi-
soned by the tooth of an adder or
crushed within the enormous folds of
the boa-constrictor? It was the alco-
holic principle they should have waged
war against. But total abstinence was
then unknown, and this first tempe-
rance society, that we are ready to smile
at now, did good as a pioneer. It was
a kind of John the Baptist-a fore-
runner to prepare the way for better
things.
We feel like smiling again when we
read the 2d section under article 4th :
No member shall be intoxicated under
the penalty of fifty cents." The penalty
was not very severe; indeed, they could
get drunk very cheap. Neither were
they to offer it to any person under
penalty of twenty-five cents for each
offence."
In October, 1843 (thirty-five years
after the society was first organized), the
surviving members of the original tem-
perance society were called together,
and, on the motion of Dr. Billy J. Clarke,
adopted the following amendment to
new era among the sons of the ocean,
During his cruise in the flagship
Cumberland, in the Mediterranean, he
induced the entire crew to abandon
liquor, and personally engaged in their
religious instruction. He was success-
ful in abolishing the spirit-ration in the
navy. No wonder the late Rev. John
Marsh said: "Too high a monument
could not be erected to Rear-Admiral
Foote." He died at the Astor House,
New York, June 26, 1863, aged 56.
Well may it be said:
"Lower ye the flags
Half mast; boom ye the minute-guns;
toll ye
The funeral bell on every spire and
ship;
On all our coast, through all our land,
drape ye
The yards and ports, the Bethel flag and
churches,
The naval rendezvous, the temperance
hall,
The Christian Sabbath-school, the room
for prayer.
And let the distant heathen missions
join
To bear our signs of mourning round
the globe.
Who saw him once but loved to sce
him more."
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Admiral Farragut.
Admiral Farragut has a world-wide
fame .He is known
To every wind that blows,
And every star that twinkles.
the hero in another dress:
The Admiral and his Son.
When Admiral Farragut's son was
about ten years old, the father said in
his hearing that, when he was old
enough to make a compact and keep it,
he had a bargain to offer him. His son
rose up, and asked what the compact
was. The Admiral said:
"The pro-
His heroism, his patriotism have writ-
ten his name high on the pillar of fame.posal I intend to make is this: If you
Secretary William H. Seward, at Au- will not smoke or chew tobacco, drink
burn, related the following character- intoxicating drinks or strong wines,
istic anecdote of him, which shows us till you are twenty-one years of age, I
will give you one thousand dollars."
I am old enough to make that bargain
now," said young Farragut; "I will
accept the offer.' The bargain was
closed, and when young Farragut was
twenty-one the cash was handed over.
The night before the battle of Mobile,
one of his officers said: “Admiral,
won't you consent to give Jack a glass
of grog in the morning-not enough to
make him drunk, but enough to make
him fight cheerfully?" "Well," replied
the Admiral, "I have been to sea con-
siderably, and have seen a battle or two,
but I never found that I wanted rum to
enable me to do my duty. I will order
two cups of coffee to each man at two
o'clock, and at eight o'clock I will pipe
all hands to breakfast in Mobile Bay."
And he gave Jack the coffee; and then
he went up to the mast-head.
"The men had their coffee, and each
seemed a host,
As he manfully stood at his perilous
post;
For their leader shrank not from the
danger they passed,
They knew he would stand with them
firm to the last
And many an anxious glance upward
was cast
At the heroic Admiral, lashed to the
mast."
This has been well interwoven into
verse by Linda May:
"No, I'll give them good coffee;
there's no need of rum
To keep up a man's courage when
fighting hours come;
I've been on the ocean in stormiest
nights,
Have seen some hard service and one
or two fights;
But I never yet found I needed a
glass
Of spirits to help, or the danger to
pass.
They'll have two cups of coffee at two,
and then wait
Till I pipe all to breakfast in harbor
at eight."
The Fatal Glass of Wine.
Wine has been considered innocent
and necessary at a wedding.
A young man at his wedding refused
a glass of wine. "What, not one glass
of wine?" said his bride-" not one
((
""
glass of wine with me at my wedding?”
'No," said he, "I cannot. He was a
Not one glass? Oh! fie!
pledged man.
Here, taste it." She put it to his lips,
and he drank. The temptation was too
powerful. Before the party broke up
at the midnight hour, he was drunk
upon the floor. The parents lived to
see their daughter the wife of a drunk-
ard, and after a while she returned
home to live with them, for she could
not live with him. Is it not time this
evil was put away from Christian fami-
lies? It is used only to drink the
health and happiness of the bride and
the bridegroom, but "at the last it
biteth like a serpent and stingeth like
an adder."
The First Family Prayer at a
Tavern.
Rowland Hill was once driven by a
storm into a village inn, and compelled
to spend the night. When it grew late,
the landlord sent a request by the
waiter that the guest would go to bed.
Mr. Hill replied: "I have been waiting
a long time, expecting to be called to
family prayer.”
"Family prayer! I don't know what
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you mean, sir; we never have such | This is a warning to beware of lager-
things here."
beer saloons!"
Indeed! Then tell your master I
cannot go to bed until we have family
prayer."
The name of the writer is also ap-
pended to his testimony. Now, here is
a most significant illustration of the
just grounds Solomon had for his loath-
The waiter informed his master, whọ,
in consternation, bounced into the rooming of all the labor he had performed
occupied by the faithful minister, and
said: "Sir, I wish you would go to bed.
I cannot go until I have seen all the
lights out, I am so afraid of fire."
"So am I," was the reply; "but I
have been expecting to be summoned to
family prayer."
"All very well, sir; but it cannot be
done at an inn."
Indeed! Then pray get my horse.
I cannot sleep in a house where there is
no family prayer."
The host preferred to dismiss his pre-
judice rather than his guest, and said,
"I have no objection to have a prayer;
but I do not know how."
Well, then, summon your people,
and let us see what can be done."
The landlord obeyed, and in a few
moments the astonished domestics were
upon their knees, and the landlord
called upon to pray.
"Sir, I never prayed in my life.
don't know how to pray."
I
"Ask God to teach you," was the
gentle reply.
The landlord said, folding his hands,
"God, teach us how to pray."
"That is prayer, my friend," cried Mr.
Hill joyfully; "go on.
"I am sure I don't know what to say
now, sir."
to gather earthly treasure, because, in
leaving it to the man who was to come
into its possession after him, it was all
uncertain whether he "would be a wise
man or a fool." Certain it was in this
case the labor and care resulted in no
better fruit than to bestow a vast
amount of wealth upon one to whom it
was not only no good, but, while it
lasted, furnished the means of acceler-
ating, and perhaps completing, his
ruin.
A Fearful Bar.
A bar on which thousands every year
are shipwrecked; a bar to personal,
domestic, and social happiness; a bar
that has brought many a guilty man to
the bars of a prison; a bar that brings
many a man, by a short course, before
the bar of God; and a bar against
which the community should be barred
by the strongest bars of legislation and
religious influence-is the bar of a grog-
shop.
A Flurried Editor.
"Does the Court understand you to
Yes, you do. God has taught you say, Mr. Jones, that you saw the editor
how to pray; now thank him for it.' of the Augur of Freedom intoxicated?
"Thank you, God Almighty, for let-"Not at all, sir. I merely said that I
ting us pray to you!
""
"Amen! amen!" exclaimed Mr. Hill,
and then prayed himself.
Two years afterwards Mr. Hill found
in that same village a chapel and a
school, as the result of the first effort of
family prayer at the "Black Lion."
A Fact with a Moral.
We have lately seen a two-dollar vill
of the Commercial Bank with the fol-
lowing written on the back:
DETROIT, March, 1860.
"This is the last of one hundred
thousand dollars left me by my grand-
mother, I wished it had been two.
have seen him frequently so flurried in
his mind that he would undertake to
cut out copy with the snuffers; that's
all."
Facts Worthy of Notice.
It is a fact that nine-tenths of the in-
mates of our poor-houses were brought
there, directly or indirectly by the use
of ardent spirits.
It is a fact that three-fourths of all the
convicts in our State prisons were hard
drinkers previous to the commission of
the crimes for which they are now im-
prisoned.
It is a fact that the greatest sufferers
from discase and those whose maladies
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are the most difficult to cure, are those
who are addicted to the use of ardent
spirits.
It is a fact that of all who commit
suicide in this country, ninety-nine one-
hundredths are the immediate or remote
victims of ardent spirits.
It is a fact that in all the families
where the children are dirty, half-naked,
and ill fed, the rooms filthy and in dis-
order, the husbands cross, discontented,
and peevish, and the wives slatterns,
ill-tempered, and quarrelsome, one, if
not both, the parents are drinkers of
ardent spirits.
It is a fact that those who least fre-
quently attend the worship of God in
the sanctuary, most of those who by
their oaths, blasphemies, and horrible
execrations shock the ears of modest
people, are spirit-drinkers.
It is a fact that those who are most
easily led to ridicule and profane sacred
things, and to join in every kind of
dissipation and profligacy, are spirit-
drinkers.
It is a fact that of all who have died
of the cholera in Europe and America,
seven-tenths at least were spirit-drink-
ers, and one-half decidedly intemperate.
Doctor Fothergill and the Gentle-
with thy God, and do not snap the
bottle too often."
Fatal Opposition.
Teetotalers are frequently taunted
with the "absurdity" of their conduct
in abstaining from the use of various
drinks; and instances are not wanting
in which teetotalism is actually opposed
by professing Christians on the ground
of its 'absurdity.' The following case
may prove that there is good ground for
the charge of absurdity to be preferred
against those who reject teetotalism.
"Have you signed the pledge?" said
a neighbor to his friend, who was a pro-
fessor of Christianity and a preacher.
"No," was the reply, "I am not so
foolish."
Why, brother, will you not join us?”
responded the neighbor.
"I have two good reasons," was the
answer. "First, teetotalism will kill one-
half of you in six months; and, secondly,
the thing is so absurd that by this time
twelvemonth it will be scouted from the
world and forgotten."
So spake the Christian professor and
teacher ten years ago. Poor fellow! he
has long been a drunkard. He has
been dismissed from the church, beats
his wife, ill-uses his children, has called
his creditors together to tell them
Doctor Fothergill was the physician | there was not half of twenty shillings
of John Wesley, and he thought much
of his skill, as he saved his life on
more than one occasion.
man.
Doctor Fothergill was a celebrated
physician of London, who began to
practise in the year 1740, of great skill,
much charity, and a peculiar gravity of
character. Just before his death, a
gentleman of Cumberland, an intempe-
rate man, possessed of few Christian
virtues, applied to the doctor for advice.
Fothergill, who knew the character of
the man, but chose to conceal his
knowledge, enquired what was the ail-
ment, to which the patient replied he
was very well in health, ate well, drank
well, and slept well, but wished to
know how he might be guarded against
sudden snaps.
The venerable physi-
cian, feeling a supreme contempt for so
dissolute and abandoned a character,
gave him a prescription for his com-
plaint in the following deserved reproof:
"Do justice, love mercy, walk humbly
in the pound; and now not unfre-
quently preaches for Satan in the
kitchen of the pot-house! Teeto-
talism would have saved him, for
drink proved his ruin. Had he signed
the pledge and kept it, he would now,
in all probability, have been a member
of the church; his wife would have had
a good husband; his children a kind
father; his creditors a customer in whom
they could confide; and still he might
have filled the pulpit to the approbation
of all.
To all appearance, this man is now
lost; yet the church that dismissed him
is as opposed to total abstinence as
ever. A soul is ruined, poisoned with
drink! Nevertheless, the church con-
tinues to use the cup that proved his
death. Find the men who would have
saved him from falling, and who were
anxious to restore him, and give him
back to his family, to society, and to
the church, a regenerated man-these
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|
men are still loaded with anathemas for prise he added: "If she were to marry
their pains. But though this man, like a drunkard, he would soon die, and she
hundreds more, has fallen, teetotalism would be released; but if she marry a
still lives! It has neither been "scout- temperate drinker, she must witness his
ed from the world" nor "forgotten." degradation, she must follow him in
|
It progresses and triumphs, and will his downward course, she may be con-
continue to do so till it has accom- nected with him many years, and her
plished the object for which it was trouble would kill her about as soon as
established.
his intemperance would kill him."
Father, Hadn't you better Take a
Sheep too?
An able farmer, about the time the
temperance reform was beginning to
exert a healthful influence in the coun-
try, said to his newly-hired man: "Jona-
than, I did not think to mention to you,
when I hired you, that I think of trying
to do my work this year without rum.
How much more must I give you to do
without?"
"Oh!" said Jonathan, "I don't care
much about it; you may give me what
you please."
'Well," said the farmer, "I will give
a sheep in the fall, if you wish to do
without."
Agreed," said Jonathan.
The oldest son then said: "Father,
will you give me a sheep if I will do
without rum?"
Yes, Marshall, you shall have a
sheep if you will do without."
The youngest son, a stripling, then
said: Father, will you give me a
sheep if I do without?"
"Yes, Chandler, you shall have a
sheep also if you do without rum.
Presently Chandler speaks again :
Father, hadn't you better take a
sheep too?"
This was a poser. He hardly thought
that he could give up the "good crea-
ture" yet. But the appeal was from a
source not to be disregarded. The re-
sult was, the demon rum was thence-
forth banished from the premises, to the
great joy and ultimate happiness of all
concerned.
The Father's Choice.
We were once very much surprised
to hear a gentleman of good sense say:
"I had rather my daughter should
marry an old drunkard than a cautious
drinker.” On our expressing our sur-
"
The Father and his Ruined Sons.
Hon. William E. Dodge said he knew
a young man, the son of a highly re-
spectable merchant, who was then a
drunkard, banished from his father's
house. He signed the pledge, and for
a time prospered in life. One New
Year's Day he called upon his father,
and as they had not met for a long time
before, the father pressed a glass of
wine upon his reformed son. He yield-
ed, and that night was beastly intoxi-
cated. He is now a poor, homeless,
wandering drunkard. The father un-
heeded the solemn lesson; he still kept
the fatal beverage in his house, spread it
before his children. A second son was
ensnared, and is also a drunkard.
Failures.
The following lines were written on
a man who first kept school, and next
a public house, and failed in both:
Extremities don't pay. I've tried 'em
twice:
I've retailed virtue, and I've whole-
saled vice
The First Barrel of Rum.
The following particulars of the ar-
rival of the first barrel of rum in Nor-
walk, Conn., give an idea of the esti-
mation in which the primitive settlers of
New England held the necessity and
use of ardent spirit: "A packet-master
had returned from Boston, and it was
noised abroad that he had brought with
him a barrel of rum! The civil author-
ity, the selectmen, and the principal in-
habitants of the town came together
and enquired if the thing was so.
assented. They declared with one voice,
You shall never land it on our shores!
He
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What, a whole barrel of rum! It will
corrupt our morals and be our un-
doing.'
Alas! how the times have changed!
How many barrels of rum have been
landed there since, filled with ruin and
death, and no one afraid.
Feelings Hurt.
A brother of our acquaintance, in
passing to one of his stated appoint-
ments, stopped and preached for a
church on the way. In his discourse
he animadverted with some severity on
the disgraceful practice of intempe-
rance, especially among the professors
of religion. Upon visiting that neigh-
borhood again, he was told that he had
hurt some of the brethren's feelings;
and, in a second discourse, he apolo-
gized to this effect: "I understand, my
brethren, that when I was last here, I
was so unfortunate as to hurt some of
your feelings by my remarks upon
drunkenness. Since nothing was fur-
ther from my intentions, I feel that it is
my duty to make an apology, which is
this: being a stranger here, I most
solemnly declare that I did not know
that there was a drunkard belonging to
this church." The hint had its effect.
The grumblers were drunkards, and at
the next church meeting were excluded.
Fact.-Biblical Recorder.
The Five Cradles.
of the floor. Of course, when his shins
came in contact with the aforesaid piece
of furniture, he pitched over it with a
perfect looseness; and upon gaining an
erect position, ere an equilibrium was
established, he went over it backward
in an equally summary manner. Again
he struggled to his feet, and went head
foremost over the bower of infant hap-
piness. At length, with the fifth fall,
his patience became exhausted, and the
In
obstacle was yet to be overcome.
desperation he cried out to his sleeping
partner : "Wife! wife! how many
cradles have you got in the house?
afore me!" Suffice it to say that his
I've fallen over five, and here's another
wife was by this time completely awake,
and a curtain-lecture ensued which
rang in his ears for many a succeeding
day.
Governor Gilmer and the Congres-
sional Total Abstinence Society.
The Congressional Total Abstinence
Society held its anniversary in the Hall
of Representatives in Washington, Feb.
25, 1842, and Thomas W. Gilmer, ex-
Governor of Virginia and Secretary of
the Navy, offered the following resolu-
tion and made an eloquent address, of
which we give a very brief extract, in
which he related an anecdote that has a
peculiar point:
"On motion of the Hon. Thomas W.
Gilmer, of Virginia, Resolved, That it be
recommended to the young men of
America, especially to all who purpose
devoting themselves to the service of
A man who had recently become a their country, to shun, at all times and
on all occasions, in the hours of severe
votary to Bacchus returned home one
night in an intermediate state of boozi-study, in professional labor, on festive
ness; that is to say, he was comfort- occasions, and at political meetings, the
ably drunk, but perfectly conscious of intoxicating bowl, always unnecessary,
his unfortunate situation. Knowing always dangerous, and often ruining
that his wife was asleep, he decided to some of the brightest hopes of the na-
attempt gaining his bed without dis- tion.
turbing her, and, by sleeping off his in-
ebriation, conceal the fact from her
altogether. He reached the door of his
room without creating much disturb-
ance, and, after ruminating a few mo-
ments on the matter, he thought if he
could reach the bedpost, and hold on
to it while he slipped out of his apparel,
the remainder of the feat would be
easily accomplished. Unfortunately for
his scheme, à cradle stood in a direct
line with the bedpost, about the middle
"The members of this Congressional
Society, Mr. President, are watchmen
on the high ramparts of our country's
defence. We are sentinels around the
citadel of the public safety, and it be-
comes us to 'watch and be sober.' It
is said of the Indian tribes (among
whom, by the way, ardent spirits were
unknown until introduced by white
men) that they are in the habit, when
engaged in war or in the chase, of ex-
'acting total abstinence from their sen-
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tinels.
Their watchmen must always The honored and deeply-lamented Gil-
be 'sober Indians,' however the rest of mer suddenly went into the world of
the tribe may choose to indulge them- spirits with Mr. Upshur, Secretary of
selves. And, sir, shall we not learn a State, Commodore Kennon of the Navy,
lesson of precaution and virtue from and three others. The appalling scene
these rude sons of the forest? Shall baffles all description. Horror-stricken
their watchmen be sober to guard the at the sight, stern warriors grew pale;
wigwam, and we, who are here to guard the sons of gayety and dissipation fled;
the rights of seventeen millions of peo- the patriot bowed, trembling for his
ple, not emulate their example? And country. There was mourning all over
when hailed by our constituents with the land. Such was the sad end of the
'Watchman, what of the night?' shall genuine patriot, the pure temperance-
we not be always ready to give the sober | man, the model statesman, Thomas W.
answer, 'All's well!' or to give timely Gilmer, "who being dead yet speaketh.
warning of the approaching danger?
"We have the highest authority, sir,
for the maxim, 'He that striveth for the
mastery should be temperate in all
things.' It is worthy of being inscribed
even on the banners of this temperance
society. Let the advocate of temperance,
like the advocate of every other great |
truth and great principle connected with
the moral elevation of man, not forget
what are the true weapons of our war-
fare. While we employ reason, persua-
sion, and offer every moral inducement to
our fellow-men to be just to themselves
and to all their relations in life-while
we add to these the force of an example
which we believe is useful to others as
well as to ourselves, let us never permit
our feelings or convictions, however
strong, to degenerate into the intem-
perance of fanaticism. Let us be con-
tent to do our duty and to leave the
high and holy prerogatives of judgment
and condemnation where alone it be-
longs; where we are assured it will be
exercised towards us as we exercise it
towards others. Let us 'be temperate
in all things.'
THE PRINCETON.
STRANGE CONTRASTS.
The utmost hilarity and glee preced-
ed the explosion, and among the toasts
proposed was one by Miss Wickliffe,
daughter of the Postmaster-General :
"The American flag, the only thing
American that will bear stripes." This
was received with thundering applause.
The lady's health was drank with three
times three, and she was declared worthy
of marrying a hero. Scarcely was that
toast drunk than the whole scene was
changed into one of wretchedness and
woe.
&
Professor Goodrich, and How his
Eyes were Opened.
Professor Goodrich of New Haven,
Conn., says:
"Had I been called three years ago
to express my views of the subject,
they would probably have been differ-
ent from those I entertain at present. I
am now astonished that I did not take
higher grounds. But changes have
since taken place of immense import-
ance. The enquiry has shown that the
Three days after the melodious voice causes of intemperance are situated
of Gilmer was heard ringing through further back than is generally supposed.
the Hall of Representatives, saying to I had a widow's son committed to my
the rising youth and statesmen of particular care. He was heir to a great
America, Beware of the wine-cup! he estate. He went through the different
went with the President of the United stages of his education, and finally left
States and many distinguished gentle- Yale College with a good moral charac-
men and ladies on an excursion downter, and bright in prospects. But during
the Potomac on board the Princeton. the course of his education he had heard
They had just dined, and wine was
drunk very freely; but the noble gov-
ernor, true to his principles, drank no
wine.
Soon after dinner, when all were on
deck, the large gun, called the Peace-
Maker, was fired off. It exploded, scat-
tering death and destruction all around.
the sentiment advanced, which I then
supposed correct, that the use of wine
was not only admissible, but a real
auxiliary to the temperance cause.
After he had left the college, for a few
years he continued to be respectful to
me. At length he became reserved, and
the next I heard was, he rushed one
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night unceremoniously into my room,
and his appearance told the dreadful
secret. He said he came to talk with
me. He had been told, during his
senior year, that it was safe to drink
wine, and by that idea he had been
ruined. I asked him if his mother
knew this. He said no; he had carefully
concealed the secret from her. I asked
him if he was such a slave that he could
not abandon the habit. 'Talk not to
⚫ me of slavery,' said he. 'I am ruined;
and before I go to bed I shall quarrel
with the barkeeper of the Tontine for
brandy or gin to sate my burning thirst.'
In one month this young man was in
his grave. It went to my heart. Wine
is the cause of ruin to a great proportion
of the young men in our country.
other consideration is that the habits of
conviviality and hospitality are now di-
rected to the use of wine. Once it was
the use of distilled liquor. Toddy, and
sling, and bitters were the fashion."
the existing state of things, not on any
abstract questions which have sometimes
been discussed. The case was totally
different, as I believe, in the time of
Christ, before the art of distillation had
concentrated the evils resulting from the
abuse of the fruit of the vine into that
dreadful instrument of ruin which now
exists. You see, too, that my principle
sets aside the question of the use of wine
at the sacrament, for the evil (if there is
any at all) from so rare and slight a use
of the substance in question is so un-
important as not to require any such
guards as those we are bound to set up
when it is made a common beverage.
I should rejoice to see all the friends
of total abstinence unite on this ground
An--the high ground of imperative duty,
resulting from the present circumstances
of the human race. Leaving every
other question as of secondary import-
ance, let them press this duty on the
hearts and on the consciences of men
in the spirit of Christian fidelity and
love. If the cause is unpopular, I am
willing to bear the reproach whenever
and wherever it may fall upon me.
Prof. Goodrich on the Total Absti-
nence Pledge.
A Groggery in David's Time.
He
The Rev. Mr. Pierpont in his address
at the Tabernacle was sure that there
were groggeries in David's time, in the
lanes and alleys of Jerusalem, with little
red curtains before the windows.
was confident there was a description
of the dramseller in the tenth Psalm,
which he read with great effect. It is
commended to the attention of such as
Verse 6. He hath said in his heart, I
shall not be moved: for I shall never be
in adversity.
I do firmly believe that nothing but
this measure, practically adopted by the
friends of temperance, can save our
country from a widespread deluge of
calamity and crime. I therefore hold it
to be the duty of every man openly to
avow this principle, as well as to act
upon it, not, on the one hand, because I
consider it to be sinful in itself to
take a drop of alcohol into the system;
nor, on the other, because I regard it as
a mere matter of expediency, in the low
sense of that term, as often used to de-are in the trade:
note convenience. It is, in my view,
matter of the highest moral obligation for
every man to live, not for himself alone,
but for the benefit of those around him;
and when there is a great, an enormous
evil, which threatens ruin to the com-
munity, which can be put down by en-
tire abstinence from a popular indul-
gence-which can never be put down
without such abstinence-I feel it to be
a question of conscience, to be the im-
perative dictate of duty, to abstain as a
beverage even from pure wine and
cider in such circumstances, much more
from those filthy and noisome mixtures
sold in this country under the names
of wine and beer.
You see I rest my principles upon
7. His mouth is full of cursing a d
deceit and fraud: under his tongue is
mischief and vanity.
8. He sitteth in the lurking-places of
the villages, in the secret places doth he
murder the innocent: his eyes are pri-
vily set against the poor.
9. He lieth in wait secretly, as a lion
in his den: he lieth in wait to catch the
poor: he doth catch the poor, when he
draweth him into his net (his shop).
10. He croucheth and humbleth him-
self, that the poor may fall by his strong
ones (his strong liquors).
II. He hath said in his heart, God
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hath forgotten: He hideth his face, he ing. My hat was in my hand, and I was
will never see it.
John B. Gough.
On a certain Sabbath evening, many
years ago, a reckless, ill-dressed young
man was idly lounging under the elm-
trees in the public square of Worcester.
He had become a wretched waif on the
current of sin. His days were spent in
the waking remorse of the drunkard;
his nights were passed in the buffoon-
eries of the ale-house. As he saun-
tered along, out of humor with himself
and all mankind, a kind voice saluted
him. A stranger laid his hand upon
his shoulder, and said in cordial tones,
"Mr. Gough, go down to our meeting
at the town-hall to-night." A brief con-
versation followed, so winning in its
character that the reckless youth con-
sented to go. He went, he heard the ap-
peals there made. With tremulous hand
he signed the pledge of total abstinence.
By God's help he has kept the pledge.
The poor boot-crimper who tapped
Gough on the shoulder, good Joel
Stratten, has lately gone to heaven, but
the man he saved is to-day the foremost
reformer on the face of the globe-John |
B. Gough.
ready to go, when they introduced a
young man by the name of John B.
Gough. He was unknown to fame.
He had spoken but a few words before
he thrilled, captivated, and carried away
the audience. No one had a disposi-
tion to leave then; all were spell-bound.
He represented intemperance as death
on a pale horse riding on triumphantly,
crushing his wretched victims under
his feet, till the advocates of tempe-
rance arrested him in his cruel career
by seizing him by the bridle and push-
ing him back upon his haunches.
His simplicity and modesty were the
admiration of all. In a few minutes
there was weeping all over the house.
Alluding to himself, he said, "God for-
bid that I should boast of my degrada-
tion! Oh! there is a dark spot upon
my past life; and if by any efforts in
the temperance cause I can wipe it out, I
shall feel that I have attained the height
of my ambition. A bright star of hope
now gleams upon my pathway, and the
dark pall which has hung over my exis-
tence for a few past years is looped up,
and I can see in the distance the gleam-
ing of that bright star; and I thank God,
who has plucked a brand from the burn-
ing, and that I am deemed worthy to raise
my voice in this cause which I love."
Mr. Gough showed the heart-hardening
influence of the liquor-traffic-the poor
John B. Gough, the Unequalled Tem- | Woman in Oxford, Mass., whose son re-
perance Orator.
I have been acquainted with Mr.
Gough almost from his entering the
temperance field; have made speeches
with him in his carlier days; heard his
first speech in New York City. He has
been my guest, prayed at my family
altar. He prayed with the fervor of a
saint and with the simplicity of a child.
At the fireside he related anecdotes
beautiful, sparkling, and was as inter-
esting there as on the platform.
J. B. Gough's First Temperance
Speech in New York.
I attended the eighth anniversary of
the American Temperance Society in the
Broadway Tabernacle in New York in
1844. Dr. Leonard Bacon made a char-
acteristic address of great strength and
power. The hour was getting late, and
I with others was on the point of retir-
turned from a long prodigal absence,
having signed the pledge, but was in-
duced by the heartless rumseller to
drink before going home, and in the
morning was found dead in the rum-
seller's barn, the rumseller helping to
carry him to his mother on a board,
when the mother cursed him as the
murderer of her son. He acknowledged
he had given him the liquor, but did not
know it was her son. She told him he
did, and cursed him. His descriptive
powers, his inimitable eloquence, that
evening gave him the position of the
prince of temperance lecturers.
The three following anecdotes were
related with inimitable grace and tre-
mendous effect by J. B. Gough at the
Tabernacle in Broadway, in the first
speech he delivered in New York City,
in May, 1844.
THE RUMSELLER AND THE YOUNG LADY.
In one of the quiet towns of Massa-
chusetts a young lady, the only child
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of her parents, who had an accomplish- | horrors, woes upon woes indescribable,
ed education and all the charms of and all within the short space of twenty-
modest beauty and noble intellect, four hours.
went to a rumseller who was daily en-
ticing her father to drink, intending
soon to possess his snug little farm.
She told him he was not only destroy-
ing her father, but bringing ruin and
disgrace on her and her mother. Oh!
he said, she would soon be married; she
need not trouble herself. She replied
she never would. She could never con-
sent to involve in their shame one that
she loved. She would never leave her
mother, but would work with her own
hands, and every day bring him the
amount of money he now received of
her father, if he would sell him no
more. She entreated him with tears.
But, with an infernal leer, he asked the
poor girl if he should say to her father
that she had requested him to sell him
no more. Her eyes flashed and reason
reeled. "You are not a man!" said
she. She is now a maniac in the Wor-
cester Asylum.
THE RUMSELLER AND THE PETITION.
Mr. Gough once said: "Well I e-
member the 4th of July, 1842. It was
the most miserable day I ever experi-
enced. And, young men, let me say
here it is humiliating to me to thus lay
bare the secrets of my own experience
to you; but I have vowed to God that
all my faculties, all my energies, all the
power he shall give me and the life he
shall grant, shall be expended in battling
the hard-headed, black-hearted iniquity;
and if I can, by showing the scars where
the iron entered into my soul-by show-
ing how I was hurrying to the rapids,
until Infinite Mercy snatched me from
the brink-if I can save any young man.
from a similar fate-save him as I was
saved, as if by fire-I will bite the dust
before you. I have sometimes found
the experience of a man is sufficient to
teach a vital truth without the addition
of a word. If you go to a physician
who has just amputated a limb, and
hear him describe the operation, the
rapidity of the movement, the mode of
at the skill displayed. You may turn
its execution, you may feel astonished
away and think it was a very pretty
limb; hear him describe how he felt
operation. Go to the man who lost the
A poor old lady, in another Eastern
town, who formerly lived in affluence,
had a husband and two sons who gave
themselves up to intemperance. One
day the father and sons were drinking
at the tavern with others like them-when' the flesh was divided, when the
selves, when a hearse passed by the
door. One of the sons swore, with an
idiot grin, he would be the next who
rode in that carriage! The next morn-
ing he was found dead, with his face in
a muddy pool of water not large
enough to drown a cat. In view of
this awful judgment, the mother wrote
a petition to the rumseller, entreating
him to sell her husband and remaining
son no more liquor. The petition, under
such circumstances, one would think,
might have melted the heart of stone.
But the rumseller cut it up, and rolled
it into lighters, which he put in a tum-
bler and set on the shelf; and every
time the old man or his son came into
the bar-room he would give them a
cigar and hand down the tumbler of
lighters to light it, till they were all
consumed; and then he boasted that
he had made the husband and son burn
up the pious petition of the old woman!
THE DRUNKARD'S EXPERIENCE OF ONE
DAY.
How much untold misery can
misery can be
crowded into one day! Horrors upon
think it was a horrible thing. Some
knife touched the bone, and you will
think it was a horrible thing. Some
may say it is egotistical. Now, I would
not give that (snapping his fingers) for
a minister of religion who was not in
this respect egotistical; who could not
tell what he knew of the deceitfulness
of the human heart, of the renewing in-
fluences of the grace of God. When I
tell you what I have known of this bit-
curtain' that hung over the drunkard's
terness, I can stand up and say that the
grave is lifted; the bright star of hope
and brighter every day, until to-night I
is beaming upon me, growing brighter
can feel, as it were, bathed in a flood of
light, and can thank God for his infi-
nite mercy. I will, therefore, give the
experience of that day without hesita-
tion. I had, to that time, no friends-
acquaintances I had, it is true, but no
friends. Ah! young men, it is a hard
thing to find yourself thus alone, to feel
that you are a waif upon the stream,
not a tear shed for your troubles or a
throb of pleasure felt in your prosperity.
I have had the feeling of solitude come
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mine for the cause. I took the bottle'
and drew the cork, but my hand shook,
and that saved my life; for the very
edge of the glass struck against my
teeth. I looked to the city, and heard
the hum of business. 'I was a man
who had seen good days, not a poor
miserable thing yet. I am as God
made me. I am neglected by society.'
Bitter in spirit, I entered the inn again.
'Give me some brandy! Ha! ha!
who cares?' That, young men, is one
day in the life of a drunkard.
upon me-never in the wild forest, | brandy,' I said. I took it and drank it.
never in the woods, where the singing 'Give me some more!' I took that
of the birds and the whisperings of the and drank it. 'Give me more!' 'You
winds are heard, but among the haunts have had enough.'
'I don't care, I
of men; to walk in the city, street after will have more.' The young men
street, and see no familiar face; to have said afterwards I was mad. I scared
no home, rambling over God's earth them by my talk. At three o'clock in
as if over a burning desert, with no the morning I went out of the town,
resting-place for the sole of the foot. I and bathed my brow in the clear air. I
was alone, and I thought, as I had no went to the graveyard, and read of those
friends and no money, I would go to whom I had known in the days of the
work. I did. I am a book-binder by past; I pulled up the grass in my fren-
trade, and I was soon hammering away zy, and cursed my own infatuation. I
upon the books.
Presently I heard had a bottle of laudanum in my pocket,
some music. Now, I am passionately and sat leaning for a little while on a
fond of music, and I could not resist fence bordering on a railroad, and be-
the temptation to go out into the street gan to think how I wished I could lie
and hear it. Just as I was going out there and let the next train of cars cut
a gentleman said to me, 'It is a beauti- me in two. I wished to die. Then I
ful sight.' 'It is? What is it?' 'The thought of men being sometimes found
temperance societies at the back of cut in two by a train, with a bottle of
the grove on their way to take part in liquor by their side, and of its being
the ceremonies of the day.' 'Oh!' said called an accident instead of the truth
I, 'I want nothing to do with them.'-a suicide with such circumstances as
And so saying, I went up-stairs, and
began hammering again. The music
came nearer and nearer. I couldn't
stand it any longer. 'I don't care,' I
said, 'whether they be temperance
bands or not, but I must go and hear
them.' I went into the street, and lean-
ed against a post. As the teetotalers
approached, I tried hard, as many do,
to put a sneer on my face and to curl
the lip, that passers-by should think
that one man was looking on with a
great deal of contempt on the proceed-
ings-'a parcel of old women—teeto-
talers ! Pooh !' It was certainly a
beautiful sight. The banners were flut-
tering away in the wind, the people
looked cheerful and healthy, the music
was full of spirit. When the last in the
procession had turned the corner, I felt
as if a beautiful picture had been hid-
den. I was much affected, and the
tears coursed down my cheeks. I
came there to sneer, but it had made
me think of the time when I was a hap-
py boy; it made me think of the time
when, in the little village of Sandgate,
William Wilberforce gave me a prayer-
book; when I kneeled by my mother's
knee, and when her soft, warm hand
was laid on my head. In contrast to
that-and the contrast thrilled through
every nerve-I saw a poor, desolate,
despised drunkard. Oh! how bitterly
I felt ! I went to work until night.
Then I went to the hotel I was accus-
tomed to frequent. 'Give me some
Gough and the Terrible Woman.
J. B. Gough relates the following in
his autobiography with inimitable
grace:
I have more than once spoken to an
audience of what are termed out-
casts," and a pitiful sight it is. On one
occasion I addressed eight hundred,
and on another-in Glasgow-over three
thousand. The city missionaries had,
by their influence, induced the poor
creatures to come. There were rags,
and filth, and degradation beyond de-
scription. It seemed as if the last lin-
gering trace of human beauty had been
dashed out by the hoof of debauchery,
and the die of the devil stamped on the
defaced image of God; and all of them
human beings, with hearts and souls,
with a love for the pure and beautiful
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-men and women-yes, and children- | I'm a bit of a beauty, an't I?" Then
with such human histories of want and coming close to me,
"Would you gi'e
suffering, privation and misery, as a body like me the pledge?"
might well be traced in tears and writ- I answered at once,
ten in blood.
On one occasion, as I entered the au-
dience-room, where some hundreds of
this class had assembled, with the pro-
vost of the borough and a minister of
the town, who accompanied me, the
former said, as we came in: "Mr. Gough,
you have 'Fire' in the house to-night."
I asked, "What do you mean ?"
He said, "Do you see that tall wo-
man near the platform?"
"Yes."
Her nickname is 'Hell-fire'; she
is known by no other name in the vicin-
ity of her wretched residence. When
she appears in the street, the boys cry
'Fire! Fire! She is the most incorri-
gible woman in the borough. She has
been brought before me scores of times,
and sentenced to imprisonment from
four days to six months. She is ripe
for mischief, and if she makes a disturb-
ance you will see such a row as you
never saw before. The power of the
woman's tongue in blasphemy is horri-
ble,'
When I rose to address the audience,
I expected a row, and confess to a ner-
vous feeling of apprehension. I spoke
to them as men and woman, not as out-
casts or things. I told them poverty
was hard to bear, but there might be
comfort, light, and peace with poverty;
told them I had been poor, very poor;
spoke to them of my mother and her
struggles; then of her faith, and love,
and hope; that there was no degradation
in poverty-only sin caused that. In
proportion to wrong-doing was the de-
gradation, and so on. I saw a naked
arm and hand lifted in the crowd, and
heard a voice cry out: "That's all
true."
The woman ("Fire") rose to her feet,
and facing me, said: "That's a' true,
mon; ye're telling the truth." And
stretching her arms to the audience,
said:
aboot."
The mon kens what he's talking
When I concluded, she came on the
platform, and I almost thought she
might tackle me. She was a large wo-
man, and looked like a hard hitter, and
I never desired to come in contact with
strong-minded" or big-fisted women;
but after looking at me a moment, she
said: “Tak'a gude look at me, mon.
" Yes, ma'am.”
A gentleman said: "She cannot keep
it; she will be drunk before she goes to
bed to-night. Better not give her the
pledge."
I turned to her: "Madam, here is a
gentleman who says you cannot keep it
if you sign it."
"}
Clenching her fist, she said: "Show
me the mon."
|
I asked: "Can you keep it?"
"Can I? If I say I wull, I can."
"Then you say you will ?"
"I wull."
"Give me your hand on that." And I
shook hands with her. She signed it,
and I said: "I know you will keep it;
and before I go to America I will come
and see you.
""
"Come and see me when you wull,"
she answered, "and you'll find I ha’e
kept it."
It must have been two years from
that time I was speaking there again,
and after the lecture a gentleman said
to me: "I wish to introduce to you an
old friend, whom perhaps you have for-
gotten-'Mrs. Archer,' no longer 'Fire.'
I was introduced, and shook hands
heartily with her and her daughter, who
sat by her. I had noticed the woman
during my speech, for she hardly took
her eyes off nie from the time I rose till
I sat down. I went to her house, and
part of what she said to me was this:
"Ah! Mr. Gough, I'm a puir body;
I dinna ken much, and what little I ha'e
kenned has been knocked out of me by
the staffs of the policemen ; for they beat
me aboot the head a good deal, and
knocked prutty much a' the sense out
of me; but sometimes I ha'e a dream
I dream I'm drunk, and fichting, and
the police ha'e got me again; and then
I get out of my bed, and I go down on
my knees, and I don't go back to my
bed till the daylight comes, and I keep
saying: 'God keep me; for I canna get
drunk any mair.''
Her daughter said: Ay, mon!
I've heered my mither in the dead of
night, on the bare floor, crying, 'God
keep me'; and I've said, 'Come to yer
bed, mither, ye'll be cauld'; and she'll
tell me,' No, no, I canna get drunk any
mair.'”
I received a letter from the provost of
the borough, dated February, 1869, tell-
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FERING WIFE.
said,
sir."
"
zled, "I own you have got me this time;
the children would be better off if I were
to quit drink." "And you have a good
wife, haven't you?" I enquired. "Yes,
she is as good a wife as ever a man
had." "And you love your wife?"
"To be sure I do." "And would do
anything to please her?" 'Well, I
ought to."
ing me that Mrs. Archer ("Fire") had | tially, I thought of the children, and I
been faithful to her promise, was keep-
Pretty-looking children those,
ing a small provision store or shop,
"Yes, sir," said he, "they are
had taken a little orphan boy out of the pretty good children." And you love
streets, and was bringing him up well, your children, don't you?" "Bless the
and sending me her photograph.
children!" said he, to be sure I do."
THE DRUNKEN HUSBAND AND THE SUF- world to benefit them, wouldn't you?"
"And you would do anything in the
I asked. Then he looked as if he ex-
John B. Gough related the following pected something else was coming; but
touching story in his own inimitable he said, "Yes, to be sure, I ought to be
style: I was once asked to go and see willing to benefit my children." " Well,"
a drunkard-the worst, they said, in the said I, "I am going to ask you a plain,
whole town. I said, "You have no simple question-don't be angry with
right to ask me to go and see him, un-me: suppose you never drank any more
less he wishes to see me; if he comes liquor as long as you lived, don't you
to me, I will see him; or if he wishes think those children would be better
me to go to his house, I will go." If I off?"
If I off?" "Well," he said, apparently puz-
went unbidden he might say, "Who told |
you I was a drunkard? Mind your own
business, and I will mind mine; wait
until I send for you." I have no more
right to go into the poor man's house
than into that splendid mansion. The
servants would turn me out there; and
the working-man has as much pride as
another man. "But," it was replied,
"the man beat a little girl fourteen
years of age (and she will carry the
marks to her grave) because she went
to bed before he went home." "I do
not want,” I said, "to go to such a man."
But, his wife is very ill with a bilious
fever, and the doctor thinks she cannot
get over it; the man has not been drink-
ing for some days, and if you could see
him now I believe you might do him
some good." Under these circumstances
I said I would go, and I went accord-like little saucers, as we were talking
ingly, and tried to make some excuse about temperance. One said to the
for calling. When he came to the door other, "Father has signed the pledge."
he knew me. "Mr. Gough?” he said. "Oh!" cried the other, astonished, "I
"Yes," said I; "will you give me a tum- will go and tell mother." And away she
bler of water, if you please?" "Oh! yes
ran. The mother, when she heard it,
won't you walk in?" I then walked in, called out, “Luke, Luke, come in here."
and I sat one side of the table and he The man went in, and took me with
the other. Two little children were him. The wife's face was ghastly pale,
playing in the room; and a door was the eye large and sunk in the socket;
half opened which led into another room with her long, thin fingers she griped
where the wife was lying ill. I began my hand, and with the other took the
to talk to the man about everything I hand of her husband; and her face,
could think of but temperance-about sharp as it was, looked radiant in the
trade, the crops, railroads-till I got on light that seemed to bathe it, coming
to drink, then he headed me off. I be from the throne of everlasting love.
gan again, and talked about the badness She then told me what a good husband
of the roads, travelling, business, drink she had. "Luke," she said, “is a kind
-he headed me off again. I fancied I husband and a good father; he takes
saw a malicious smile in his eyes, as care of the family, and is very kind to
much as to say, "Young man, you are them; but the drink, you know, some-
not up to your business yet"; and I times makes a little difficulty." Oh!
thought I must give it up. Providen- ' that little difficulty. God only and the
Now," said I, "suppose
you should sign the pledge; would that
please her?" By thunder, I guess it
would; I couldn't do a thing that would
please her like that. If I signed the
pledge, I believe my old woman would
be about her business in two weeks."
"Then you will do it, won't you?” “I
guess I will." And he at once spread
out the paper, squared his yards, and
wrote his name. The children had been
listening with eyes wide open, looking
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crushed drunkard's wife know what it shall still live; for within me is the fire
is. The man shook like a leaf; then of God, a spark of immortality that can-
tearing down his wife's night-dress, he not be put out.' Now look at him
said, "Look at that!" On her white-poor, miserable, besotted, creeping
shoulders was a bad-looking mark. wretch, in his deep, dark, damning
Again he said, "Look at that!" and I abasement-and will you not curse the
saw a bruise on her neck, which made influence that makes him what he is?
my flesh creep. "Three days before she Will you not, in the name of a common
was taken sick," he said, "I struck her. humanity, come up on the mighty battle.
God forgive me! She has been telling plain, and war against the instrumen-
you she has got a good husband. Am tality that thus debases a human bro-
I? Am I a good husband? Look at ther?"
that! God Almighty forgive me." He
bowed over that woman, and I never
saw a man cry so in my life; it seemed
as if he had gone into convulsions.
"Don't cry, Luke," sobbed his wife,
"don't, please don't; you would not
have struck me if it hadn't been for the
drink. Now you have signed the pledge,
we shall all be happy again. Don't cry."
PORTRAIT OF THE DRUNKARD.
A CURE FOR COMPLICATED DISEASES.
Mr. Gough observes: "Some physi-
cians may prescribe it conscientiously;
but I believe some prescribe it because
they are such miserable dolts they
ought to send back their diploma; they
do not deserve it. They do not know
what ails a patient, and so they will
prescribe beer; and I believe some of
them are in partnership with some of
The following portrait of the drunk- the brewers too, and they give beer just
ard was sketched and painted by a as I heard of a physician who gave
master-hand, John B. Gough, who well medicine. He was a regular stingy
knew by sad experience what he was fellow, and when he made up prescrip-
talking about: "Look at the drunkard! tions he had a big black bottle, into
What is he? Look at him, gibbering which he used to put all that was left.
in the idiocy of drunkenness, the dull There was in that bottle Epsom salts,
waters of disease standing stagnant in rhubarb, mercury, and all kinds of pow-
his eyes, sensuality seated upon his ders and drops-everything that he had
cracked, swollen lips. What is he? His ever prescribed; if there was anything
intellectual nature become devil, his ani- left, he put it in the black bottle.
mal become beast. What is he? See Somebody said to him, 'You are very
him swept out with the pitiful leavings of saving; what is the use of it?' 'Oh!'
a dram-shop, the horrible stench of the said he, 'when I find a poor fellow that
last night's debauch clinging to him. has got a complication of diseases, you
What is he? Society has shaken him know, and I don't know what upon
out of her superabundant lap as a thing earth to do for him, I give him a dose
unworthy of love or pity. Yet is he a
Yet is he a out of the black bottle.' I believe some
man, not a thing; a man, not an ani- of these doctors don't know what to do
mal—a being having a man's heart, a with their patients, and so they tell
man's brain, a man's sensibility; that them to take a little porter, or some-
can stand up and say, I am greater than thing of that sort, for it is a handy thing
all God's material universe; that is but to recommend. But we are not waging
the nursery of my infant soul, sublime war against intoxicating drink as a
as it is. Which is greater, the child or medicine; we are waging war against
the nursery? I am greater than God's it as a beverage, because it is utterly
material universe. I can say to the sun, useless.
"I am greater than thou art, thou glori-
ous orb, for I shall be when thou art
not. When thou hast perished; when
ten thousand storms have passed over
the mountain-tops; when the lightnings
of heaven shall no longer play on the
highest pinnacles of the earth; when
the stars shall melt and disappear;
when the universe shall be moved as a
cottage, and all material things shall
pass away in the final crash of doom, I
“ THE RAPIDS.
"I remember riding from Buffalo to
Niagara Falls, and I said to a gentle-
man, 'What river is that, sir?' That,'
he said, 'is Niagara River.' 'Well, it is
a beautiful stream,' said I, ‘bright, and
fair, and glassy; how far off are the
rapids?' Only a mile or two,' was the
reply. 'Is it possible that only a mile
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turbulence which it must show when drink, drink!' I remember, in New
near the falls?' 'You will find it so, Hampshire prison, I saw a very bene-
sir.' And so I found it; and that first volent-looking man seated before me.
sight of the Niagara I shall never for- The chaplain said, 'Do you see that
get. Now launch your bark on that man?' 'Yes.' 'I want you to notice
Niagara River; it is bright, smooth, him particularly.' I did. 'That man,'
beautiful, and glassy. There is a rip- said he, 'is here for murder.' 'What!
ple at the bow; the silvery wake you a man like that?' 'Yes, for the mur-
leave behind adds to your enjoyment. der of his wife.' When I went round,
Down the stream you glide, oars, sails, I took hold of his hand and said to him,
and helm in proper trim, and you set 'Now, my friend, I have heard of your
out on your pleasure excursion. Sud- crime, and am perfectly astonished when
denly some one cries out from the I look at you, and I want to know the
bank, 'Young men, ahoy!' 'What is reason why you did it.' He looked at
it?' 'The rapids are below you.' 'Ha! me a moment, and said, 'Yes, I loved
ha! we have heard of the rapids, but my wife and children as well as any
we are not such fools as to get there. man in New Hampshire ever loved a
If we go too fast, then we shall up with wife and child. I loved them, sir; but
the helm and steer to the shore; we I drank-I drank-I neglected them.
will set the mast in the socket, hoist It went on and on; my wife's face grew
the sail, and speed to land. Then on, paler, and her eye grew larger, and I
boys! Don't be alarmed; there's no caught her many and many a time
danger.' 'Young men, ahoy there!' weeping bitterly; and it made me mad
'What is it?' 'The rapids are below-mad with myself; I knew I was caus-
you.'
Ha, ha! we will laugh and
quaff; all things delight us. What
care we for the future? No man ever
saw it. Sufficient for the day is the
evil thereof. We will enjoy life while
we may; we will catch pleasure as it
flies. This is enjoyment; time enough
to steer out of danger when we are sail-
ing swiftly with the current.' 'Young
men, ahoy!' 'What is it?? 'Beware!
beware! The rapids are below you.'
Now you see the water foaming all
round. See how fast you pass that
point! Up with the helm! Now turn!
Pull hard! quick! quick! Pull for
your lives! Pull till the blood starts
from the nostrils, and the veins stand
like whipcord upon the brow! Set the
mast in the socket! Hoist the sail! Ah!
ah! it is too late. Shrieking, cursing,
howling, blaspheming-over you go.
Thousands go over the rapids every
year, through the power of evil habit,
crying all the while, When I find out,
that it is injuring me, I will give it up.'
ing it; and then,' said he, 'I would
wish she was dead. I could not bear
to see that pale, pleading face every-
where-at the corner of the street, in
the dram-shop, in the very glass I would
see her glittering eye upon me; and it
made me mad-mad, sir. And some-
times I would be sober for a week or
two, and then I would feel sorry I had
ever said a word to her; but drink I
must, and then I would wish her dead.
One day I came into the house; she
did not hear me; she did not know I
was there. She was seated upon a
chair, with her elbow upon the table,
and her pale face lay upon her hand,
and the comb had fallen from her hair,
and her long hair (she had beautiful
hair) hung all down her shoulders.
And I stood and looked, and I saw
the tears rolling down her cheeks one
after another. The devil entered into
me. I went into the next room; I got
a rifle, and shot her dead! I am here; I
do not expect to get out; I want no
pardon. I am sentenced to prison for
life. But oh! sir, believe me, believe
me,' and he grasped my hand-believe
me, I never would have done it, if it
had not been for the drink! Oh! no."
THE TESTAMENT AND THE PINT OF GIN.
THE PRISONER'S CONFESSION.
Mr. Gough gives the following: "In
the United States I have been accus-
tomed to speak in State prisons
although I was not allowed to do so in
this country, when the wife of a poor
miserable creature wanted me to speak
a word to her husband-and having
been permitted to ask the question, "Is this your child, woman?" said
'What brought you here?' the answer the lady. "Yes." "Do you send her to
almost invariably has been, Drink, the Sunday-school?" "No; she has no
John B. Gough relates the following
story as no other man could:
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clothes to go." "I'll find her clothes."
"But her father would sell them for
drink." "Well, send her to my house
on a Sunday morning, and I'll give her
clothes to go to school, and she can come
home in her old clothes." The girl went
to school, and was very attentive, and
they gave her a Testament. She soon was
able to read it. Then she would ask
people, "Jesus says, 'Suffer little chil-
dren to come unto me'; does he mean
all little children?" And how glad she
was to find that he was no respecter of
persons! She soon lay on her death-
bed, and she hugged the Testament al-
ways to her heart, and asked people to
read it for her. The father came in and
sat by the side of his child. I will
never forget his look as he told me, "I
was mad. I wanted drink. I must
have it. There was fire in me, and I
must have it. I had stripped the house
of everything I could lay my hands on
and if they had not kept a watch, I
would have stolen the bed of my dying
child; and had she been dead, I would
have stolen her body." He thought she
slept. He just looked at her, and put
his hand under her pillow, took out the
Testament, and got a pint of gin for it.
"The gin started the stagnant blood in
my stomach, and I felt better. I sat
down by her side. As I sat there, the
stupefying influences of the drink made
me feel pleasure, though momentary."
She awoke, laid her hand on his, and
said, "Father, I am going to heaven;
for Jesus said, 'Suffer little children to
Suffer little children to
come unto me,' and I have come as well
as I knew how. But, father, when I
get to heaven, if Jesus should ask me
what you did with my little Testament,
what shall I tell him?" It was like a
flash of lightning through him. He had
robbed her of the precious Word of God,
and robbed her of it for a pint of gin!
It all flashed before him. He looked
at her as a swift-accusing messenger.
"And," said he, "that child, before she
died, held my two hands in her little
ones, and heard me cry, 'God be mer-
ciful to me a sinner!'" That man, you
could not dream he could have been
such a brute. The blessing of many who
were ready to perish rests upon him.
He now works and labors and toils, a
humble, devoted servant of Christ.
Take away from a man the power of
drink, and he becomes a man like you,
with human affections and sensibili-
ties.
THE POWER OF SYMPATHY.
A man was leaning, much intoxicated,
against a tree; some little girls coming
from school saw him there, and at once
said to each other, "What shall we do
for him ?"
Presently one said: "Oh! I'll tell
you; let's sing him a temperance song."
And so they did. Collecting around
him, they sang:
"Away the bowl, away the bowl,"
and so on in beautiful tones.
The poor fellow enjoyed the singing,
and, when they had finished the song,
said: "Sing again, little girls, sing.”
"We will," said they, "if you will
sign the temperance pledge."
No, no; we are not at a temperance
meeting; there are no pledges here."
"I have a pledge," cries one.
"And
I have a pencil," cried another; and
holding up pledge and pencil, they be-
sought him to sign it.
me.
No, no; I won't sign now. Sing for
So they sang again :
"The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl
Is not the drink for me.'
"Oh! do sing again," said he, as he
wiped the tears from his eyes.
'No, no more," said they, "unless
you'll sign the pledge. Sign it, and we'll
sing for you.'
He pleaded for the singing, but they
were firm, and declared they would go
away if he would not sign.
'But," said the poor fellow, striving
"there's no table
to find an excuse,
here. How can I write without a
table ?"
At this, a quiet, modest, pretty little
creature came up timidly, with a finger
on her lips, and said: "You can spread
the pledge on the crown of your hat,
and I'll hold it up for you."
Off went the hat, and the child held it,
and the pledge was signed; and the
little girls sang with a thrill of de-
light,
"Oh! water for me, bright water for me.
""
I heard that man in Worcester town-
hall, with uplifted hands and quivering
lip, say:
I thank God for the sympa-
thy of those children. I shall thank
God to all eternity that he sent those
little children as ministers of mercy to
me." -J. B. Gough's Autobiography.
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"Awful" Gardner and His Expe- will every man bring up who continues
is at the bottom of the hill, and there
riences.
Orville Gardner, of New York, famil-
iarly known as "Awful Gardner" on
account of his awful character and
awful conduct, is" a brand plucked from
the burning." His was a ransom from
near the pit. He is a prodigy of mercy,
a miracle of grace. I have heard him
relate his drunken, temperance, and
Christian experience. He does not be-
long to the class that separates tempe-
rance from religion or substitutes tem-
perance for religion, but blends them
together. I heard him relate his expe-
rience, and he concluded thus: "I am a
passenger on the golden railroad of
heaven. I have a through ticket, and
there are no draw-bridges on the road
-alluding to the disaster at Norwalk
occasioned by the draw-bridge-" and
Jesus is my conductor." We will let him
speak for himself. After his reform he
made his first talk in Newark, N. J.
He detailed his experience in a naïve
and simple yet interesting manner,
and claimed the sympathy of the audi-
ence in the remarks he was about to
make. He had never before attempted
to make a temperance lecture, and did
not know how he should succeed. But
he would do the best he could, and
hoped to have the help of God. There
were two sides to this question as well
as all others. One was the rum side,
the other the sobriety side. He propos-
ed to look a little while at both sides.
He would take for his text the rum-
drinker. He commenced by drinking
hard cider, then strong beer, then a
little wine, then a drop of brandy, until
finally he could take his gin and sugar
without any water. You will find him
at last in the lowest places to be found,
drinking miserable fire-water. Then he
loses his health, self-respect, character,
and looks what we used to call decid-
edly "secdy." You will see him with
his boots down at the heels, the knee
of his pants worn till it is perfectly
glazed with grease, and it's not much
longer before the knee protrudes, and
he is bare-footed, hatless, coatless,
vestless, and almost shirtless-all, all
swept off by the tyrant rum. His family
are robbed of food and raiment, and are
turned out of home. I believe, my
friends, I have been just there myself.
I have been so drunk I was not fit to go
home to my wife. The end of the road
the use of rum. He thanked God that
he had been saved from the gutter. He
had got so low that he had begun to
lose his shame.
The sober man was happy; he had a
home, friends, money, and a chance for
riches. He goes along saving the money
others are spending for rum, and is get-
ting wealthy. I used to think there
was no fun without rum, but I was mis-
erably mistaken. Rum sometimes makes
a person get up on his dignity, and he
feels very large, as if he owned half of
the town. I have seen the time when I
was high, when I would parade the
streets with my hat cocked on one side
of my head, and imagine I was mayor
of the city or some other dignitary, fear-
ing neither God nor man, without a
shilling in my pocket.
But when I got sober, and the rum
had all gone out of me, I found I was
hardly anybody. Imagination will some-
times carry a person a very long dis-
tance. But I hope I have done with
such scenes for ever.
The life I now lead is a life of peace
and joy. I have been a bad man, and I
am ashamed of it. What a bad man I
was in this city years ago!
I was
Awful Gardner." What a terrible
name! But I have got religion, thank
God for it! I felt sorry here to-night, as
I thought of my past transgressions. I
felt glad to see so many here, and I am
glad to stand up before you as a monu-
ment of God's mercy. Now, my dear
friends, I have to bring in religion in
this little conversation of mine, because
I think religion and temperance are
closely connected with each other. A
drunkard has no happiness here or in
eternity. Sobriety is the best life to
lead. I know it by experience, that
best of teachers.
I
My life has been an eventful onc.
have passed through many scenes when
my brain has been on fire through the
use of strong drink. We go in a saloon
and sit down, and pay our shilling, take
the liquor dealt out to us, and then wait
for some one to come in and treat.
Some one does come in, and we drink
again and again, until we find our way
in the gutter. I have been incarcerated
in prison, oh! how many times I can't
tell. I own the corn. I have been
locked up all over the country. I have
been locked up here in New York, Al-
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bany, and all through Canada, and
away down South-always for getting
drunk or getting in a fight while under
the influence of the maddening cup.
There is no use of talking, I have been
through the mill. But a merciful God
has spared me, and stayed my steps ere
yet it was too late.
I may wander away from the path of
righteousness, but I trust not. I had
hard work to leave off drinking rum.
Gin and sugar in the morning_seemed
necessary to my existence. I was a
perfect slave to rum. Rum led me into
all sorts of trouble, and never yet got
me out of a single scrape. Rum is a
very large two-edged sword, and with it
the devil cuts off scores of human be-
ings. It nearly took my head off. I
did not sign the pledge. My conscience
kept troubling me every time I took a
drink of rum, and I went to Boston, to
see if a spree with boon companions
there would not destroy its pangs. The
first move I made there, I was locked
up. Some friend got me out of jail, and
I got drunk and kept drunk for some
time. I had a little touch of the tre-
mens, and raised a fourth-story window
to jump out and kill myself, but the
Lord saved me. I had to walk the
street all night, for fear I would jump
from the window. I returned, bringing
my guilty conscience with me. Finally
I got a bottle of old Jamaica, and went
down on Long Island, and there, alone,
I struggled with the appetite within me. |
I prayed to God to aid me, and he did.
I rose up and said, “God, I will quit."
I resolved never to taste another drop
of liquor, and I buried the bottle. God
has aided me, and, may it please him,
the bottle will never have a resurrection.
Man can accomplish great and wonder-
ful things, if he only puts himself in ex-
ercise.
A sober man is within arm's reach of
religion. Temperance brings him to
the very door. No man can drink
liquor and serve God. I told Jesus
Christ, if he would convert me, I would
give myself, soul and body, up to him
and his work, and I am trying to keep
my promise. I verily believe I never
would have been converted but for the
prayers of a good old mother. O
mothers! pray for your children.
I never forgot the family altar and the
Sabbath-school of my youth, and many
a time have the recollections of those
things caused me to weep in my course
of sin. God will answer prayer. Now,
young men, come to Jesus. Renounce
rum and all iniquity. It only takes
this money thrown away and dresses
you well, and enables you to make ex-
cursions for recreation in the country.
May God help you to give your heart
to him and your hand to the pledge.
Give Me back My Husband.
Not many years since a young mar-
ried couple from the far, "fast-anchored
isle" sought our shores with the most
sanguine anticipations of prosperity and
happiness. They had begun to realize
more than they had seen in the visions
of hope, when in an evil hour the hus-
band was tempted "to look upon the
wine when it was red," and to taste of
it "when it gave its color in the cup."
The charmer fastened around its victim
all the serpent-spells of its sorcery, and
he fell; and at every step of his rapid
degradation, from the man to the brute,
and downward, a heart-string 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 bellow
at. She pressed her way through the
bacchanalian crowd who were revelling
there in their ruin. With her bosom
full of "that perilous stuff that preys
upon the heart" she stood before the
pander 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 towards the prostrate
wretch. "That my husband! What
have you done to him? That my hus-
band! What have you done to that
noble form, that once, like a giant oak,
held its protecting shade over the fra-
gile vine that clung to it for support and
shelter? That my husband! With what
torpedo chill have you touched the sin-
ews of that manly arm? That my hus-
band! What have you done to that
noble brow, which he once wore high
among his fellows, as if it bore the su
perscription of the Godhead? That my
husband! What have you done to that
eye with which he was wont to 'look
erect in heaven,' and sce in his mirror
the image of his God? What Egyptian
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d.ag have you poured into his veins,
and turned the ambling fountains of
his heart into black, bitter, and burning
pitch? Give me back my husband!
Undo your basilisk spells, and give me
back the man that stood with me at 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 appeals as this. Such wives,
such widows and mothers, such fathers
and fatherless, as never mourned in
Israel at the massacre of Bethlehem or
at the burning of the Temple, have
cried in his ears, morning, noon, and
evening, "Give me back my husband!
Give me back my father! Give me back
my boy! Give me back my brother!"
But has the rumseller been con-
founded or speechless at these appeals?
No! not he. He could show his cre-
dentials 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 letter
of indulgence—I mean license! a pre-
cious instrument, signed and sealed by
an authority stronger and more respect-
able 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 ægis
of the law, he had nothing to fear from
the enemies of his traffic. He had the
image and superscription of Cæsar, or
his credentials, and unto Cæsar he ap-
pealed; and unto Cæsar, too, his vic-
tims appealed, and appealed in vain.
Grandmother's Temperance Story.
H. Stuart relates the following story
of grandmothers. Alas! how many
grandmothers could tell tales of woe
and stories of anguish.
"I hear you children talk a great deal
about temperance," said our old grand-
ma. "Would you like to hear the first
temperance story that I ever heard?"
"Oh! yes," we all exclaimed, always
ready for one of grandma's stories.
"When I was a little girl, we lived
among the hills of Scotland, where my
father had a large sheep-farm. Tem-
perance was never heard of then, and
every day for dinner we had home-made
beer, and all drank as much as they
wanted; and no friend ever came in
without being asked to have some old
whiskey. On market and fair days I
have seen the men come home sick, as
the little folks were told; and all the
remark that would be made about it
was, 'Folks must have a little fun
sometimes.' I used to think that get-
ting sick was queer fun; but as I grew
to understand that it was the whiskey
that made them sick, I would wonder
how people would take so much trou-
ble to brew anything that made them
sick and cross for a long time after they
drank it.
"One day I shall never forget; we
were in the kitchen with our mother,
who was speaking very kindly to a
poor crazy woman, who had stopped to
rest and beg a cup of milk. Mother
felt so sorry for the old woman that
she brought a glass of hot whiskey
and offered it to her. In an instant
glass and whiskey were hurled to the
back of the fire. How her eyes spar-
kled! She screamed out,' How dare
you give me a drink of fire-fire, I
say? We did not know what to think,
and clung to mother, who tried to quiet
the old woman, but it was of no use.
'I want to warn you and your pretty
little ones never to taste the stuff that
has burned up my husband and child,
and left me to wander without a home.
I was married to as fine a lad as ever
walked, and we had a sweet little babe
and cosey home. My husband and I al-
ways kept the jug in the corner of the
cupboard. After a while I thought it
had to be filled a great deal oftener than
when we were first married, and not
only that, but Joe (my husband) would
stay too long when out with a friend;
and I would mix some hot drink to put
me to sleep, and sometimes would
drink so much I could scarcely remem-
ber even to go to bed afterward. So
you see I was getting fond of it too.
"One night I left the baby in Joe's
care, and set the jug and a glass on the
table for company while I stayed with a
sick neighbor. Before morning, we
heard a noise, and, going out, found it
was my house in flames; but by the
time we got there, the roof had fallen
in on Joe and the baby. They never
would have been burned up if he had
not had the jug for company. He must
have drunk himself stupid, and let the
candle or his pipe fall into the cradle,
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I learned to hate it too late; but I want | of laughter. Soon after this the tem-
you to hate it as much as I do.'
perate man took a piece of bread from
My dear children," said our grand- the sideboard, and handed it to his host,
mother, when she had finished her who refused it, saying that he was not
story, "that was our first lesson in tem-hungry. At this the temperate man
perance, and it was a good one. Not laughed in his turn. Surely," said he,
one of us who heard the old beggar-wo-“I have as much reason to laugh at you
man ever would drink after that. We for not eating when you are not hungry,
did not have Bands of Hope in those as you have to laugh at me for declining
days; but I am thankful we have now, medicine when not ill, and drink when
and I bless God that my dear little I am not thirsty.'
grandchildren belong to one
The General and His Friend.
A general in the Southern States
some years ago had contracted an ap-
petite for strong drink. A friend of
his who knew his danger resolved to
visit the military officer, warn him of his
danger, and try to recover him from
the error of his way. He did so, and
made known to the general the object
of his visit.
Doctor Guthrie and the Cab-
Driver.
Doctor Guthrie is a splendid man, as
well as a noble minister. He has done
noble service in the cause of tempe-
rance-a regular, square-built teetotaler.
'Tis singular how he became a thorough
cold-water man. He relates it himself
with capital grace:
A great temperance meeting was
lately held in May Street Church, Bel-
The general's reply was, "Hear me, fast. The church was filled nearly an
first, a few words, and then you may pro-hour before the appointed time by cler-
ceed. I am sensible that I have con- gymen, as well as lay gentlemen, together
tracted a strong appetite for spirituous with a large number of ladies, from every
liquor. I am sensible that the gratifi- part of Ulster. Dr. Guthrie, who was the
cation of this appetite will lead to the first speaker, was received with rapturous
loss of reputation, the loss of property, applause. In the course of his address
the loss of domestic happiness, the dis- the reverend doctor said: "I was first
grace of my family, a premature death, led to form a high opinion of the cause
and the irretrievable and eternal loss of of temperance by the bearing of an Irish-
my immortal soul. And now, with all man. It is now, let me see, some
this conviction upon my mind and twenty years since I first opened my
flashing over my conscience like peals mouth in the town of Belfast. Having
of lightning, if I still continue to gratify left Belfast and gone round to Omagh,
my propensity for strong drink, and am I left that town on a bitter, biting, blast-
not persuaded to abandon the habit, doing, rainy day, cold as death, lashing
you think that what you can say will do
it?" The friend took his hat, retired,
and uttered not a word.
rain, and I had to travel, I remember,
across a cold country to Cookstown.
Well, by the time we got over half the
road we reached a sort of inn. By this
time we were soaking with water out-
side, and as those were the days of
The Gentleman and His Host.
toddy-drinking, we thought the best
way was to soak ourselves with whiskey
A man of temperate habits was once inside. Accordingly, we rushed into
dining at the house of a free drinker. the inn, and ordered warm water, and
No sooner was the cloth removed from we got our tumblers of toddy. Out of
the dinner-table than wine and spirits kindness to the cab-driver we called
were produced, and he was asked to him in. He was not very well clothed
take a glass of spirits and water. "No, indeed, he rather belonged in that re-
thank you," said he, "I am not ill."spect to the order of my ragged school
"Take a glass of wine, then," said his in Edinburgh. He was soaking with
hospitable host, “or a glass of ale!” “No wet, and we offered him a good rum-
thank you," said he, "I am not thirsty." mer of toddy. He would not taste it.
These answers called forth a loud burst Why,' we asked, 'will you not taste
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71
it? What objection have you?' 'Why,' | total-abstinence ministers in Edinburgh.
said he, please your reverence, I am a I am a total abstainer on principle, and
teetotaler, and I won't taste a drop of I am bound to say it, that I do as much
it.' Now, that was the declaration of work upon water as any man on wine,
the humble, uneducated Roman Catho- and far more than many of my brethren
lic cahman. It went to my heart, and do on wine. I have tried wine, and I
went to my conscience; and I said, if have tried water. I am far healthier on
that man can deny himself this indul-water than I was on wine. My adage
gence, not for his own sake, but for the
sake of others, why should not I, a
Christian minister? I felt that, I re-
membered that, and have ever remem-
bered it, to the honor of Ireland. I have
often told the story, and thought of the
example set by that poor Irishman for
our people to follow. I carried home
the remembrance of it with me to Edin-
burgh. That circumstance, along with
the scenes in which I was called to labor
daily for years, made me a teetotaler.
I wish, ladies and gentlemen, that you
is, and I want that to be the adage of
every man, 'Water, water, everywhere,
and not a drop of drink.' Since I
became a total abstainer my head is
clearer, my health has been stronger,
my heart has been lighter, and my purse
has been heavier; and if these are not
four good reasons for becoming a total
abstainer, I have not a word more to
say on behalf of total abstinence."
should understand the ground on which The Centeel Wine-Drinker and the
Gentlemen.
I stand. There are two parties engaged
in the total-abstinence cause. We work
to the same end, though we do not ex- As a train of cars between Philadel-
actly embrace the same principles. I phia and New York stopped at the half-
wish everything to be above-board. I do way place, while the locomotive and
not agree with my friends of the total- tender were being supplied with wood
abstinence cause who think that in the and water, several of the passengers got
use of these stimulants there is anything out to stretch their limbs and look
absolutely sinful. No; it is on the round.
No; it is on the round. In the apartment where our
principle of Christian expediency I am informant sat (a valuable member of
a teetotaler. I don't quarrel with those the Legislature of New York) was a red-
who, as the Americans say, 'go the faced, genteel wine-drinker; and within
whole hog.' I don't see why we should a few feet of them, in full sight, was the
quarrel. We may be on different rails, bar, "with all that could tempt the eye
but the terminus is the same. This is and please the depraved taste" of the
the ground I stand on. I was driven to quaffer of alcoholic stimulus. Said the
that ground by the feeling that, if I were genteel wine-drinker to an intelligent-
to cultivate what Dr. Chalmers called looking young man, "Friend, just pass
the outfields, if I were to bless human- this fip, and tell the barkeeper to hand
ity, if I were to win sinners to the Sa- me a glass of his best Madeira "; who
viour's feet, if I were to build up souls with a low bow replied,
from the wrecks of the Cowgate and the sir; I am pledged not to furnish it to
Grassmarket of Edinburgh, I must be- others, as well as not to use it myself."
come a total abstainer. I felt it neces- A slight blush and a bite of the lip, and
sary that these poor people should ab- the sixpence was returned to the pocket.
stain, otherwise they could never be re- But soon it was between the thumb and
|
formed that drink was the stone be- finger, and extended towards another
tween the living and the dead, and that passenger who was walking by, with
stone must be rolled away. It was the " Please, sir, hand this fip, and order me
demon that met me at every path." Dr. a glass of wine." Sir," said the fellow-
Guthrie having stated that, according to passenger, "I think it wrong to drink
his experience, the vice of drunkenness poison, and cannot, therefore, be a par-
prevailed less in the upper than in the taker with you, sir." A deeper crimson
middle and lower classes of society, en- suffused his cheek, and a curl of the lip,
tered into a lengthened and eloquent indicative of deep chagrin, marked the
explanation of the great service render- countenance of the wine-drinker.
ed to Scotland by the operation of Forbes that moment the cry, "All aboard! all
Mackenzie's Act, and concluded his ad- aboard!" was heard. The fip still re-
dress as follows "I am one of the few mained clenched between the thumb
"Excuse me,
At
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Goggles.
and finger of the red-faced gentleman,
and he evidently was very unwilling
to lose his accustomed stimulus; So, it affected his eyes, and he was obliged
A gentleman drank to excess so that
with the cry' All aboard!" he laid his
hand, with the fip in it, on the shoulder
of a very pleasant-looking young man,
who was standing between him and the
bar, and said, “Just pass this, and order
me a glass of wine, quick!" With a smile
of conscious superiority, the young
gentleman replied, "I am in the situa-
tion of the two gentlemen you have al-
ready asked." Our informant, the Hon.
"
F- G———, is also a “cold-water man.
The wine-drinker sat pensive, and made
no further attempt to procure alcoholic
stimulus until they arrived at New
York. We hope he did not then, and
never more will. Firmness, coupled
with gentlemanly decision, on the part
of the friends of temperance, especially
when they travel and mingle with their
fellow-men, would do much to correct
the fashion, as it regards the use of
intoxicating drinks. - Albany Tempe-
rance Record.
The General and the Irish Drummer.
An Irish drummer, who indulged too
freely, was accosted by the general at
review: "Pat, what makes your nose
so red ?"
"Plase your honor," said
Pat, "I always blushes when I spakes
to an officer."
A Good Resolution.
"What will you take, Dave?" said
Joseph, the other night, to a young man
well known for his convivial propensi-
ties. To the great surprise of the
young blood, the reply was, "I'll take
the pledge!" And he moved towards a
temperance meeting near at hand. Jo-
seph departed alone in a brown study.
There's wisdom!
A Good One.
The following is selected from toasts
given at the celebration at Lowell:
"A moderate drinker-a guide-board,
showing the slow but sure way to the
gutter.'
to wear a pair of green goggles. He
was complaining to a lady how he suf-
fered with his eyes, and he said, "Oh!
that I knew what would do for my sore
eyes. I would give anything." The lady
effectual remedy."
said, "I can recommend a cheap and
"Well," he said,
I will be so thankful," and enquired
what it was. Said she, "Take your gog-
gles down from your eyes, and place
them over your mouth, and you will
soon get well."
Rev. Nathaniel Hewitt and the
Toast.
Whilst in England, he was invited to
dine at the mansion of Rev. John Pye
Smith, a gentleman engaged in every
good object, and of course a friend to
temperance. Lacruse, a Swiss gentle-
man, was present with others at dinner.
When the repast was ended, the cloth
was removed from the table, and the
wine placed on it. Each gentleman's
glass was filled, and each was request-
ed to drink to the health of King Wil-
liam IV. "I could not drink it," said
Mr. Hewitt, "for I never drink wine,
only when I am sick. I assured the
gentlemen that I could not even to the
health of King William; for in my own
beloved country I do not drink it to the
health of King Andrew!" The congre-
gation were suddenly electrified; for
they could not but see the consistency
and noble magnanimity of their tem-
perance fellow-citizen; and a smile,
with a general burst of admiration, sim-
ultaneously pervaded the listening as-
sembly.
The Rev. Thomas P. Hunt.
I once had an interview with the old
temperance veteran at his residence at
Wyoming. Mr. Hunt was one of the
most effective temperance lecturers, and
did noble service against King Alcohol.
He was not only witty, but he was as
bold as Luther, fearless as John Knox.
He was small of stature and quite
deformed. I heard hin say in an ad-
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dress some years ago, "My work is
almost done, and I have only one re-
quest to make, which is this: when I
am dead, put my old, deformed body
into a cannon, and fire it off at the first
rumseller that comes along."
NOT A FAILURE.
Rev. Thomas P. Hunt, at a tempe-
rance meeting years ago, discussed this
proposition in his own peculiar style,
full of wit and humor:
as
for the intoxicating cup, we had never
been here. Go to the almshouse, and
enquire, What has broken down these
constitutions, ruined these minds, and
gathered this multitude of sufferers?
And seven-eighths will reply, It was in-
temperance. Go ask the childless
widow, mourning and refusing to be
comforted, Why are you a childless
widow? And thousands of them will
upbraid the use of liquor, where one
will point to the counterfeiter
the cause of their grief. Go ask the
"That it was a failure had been bold- wife whose head droops and heart
ly declared; and the enemy knew the bleeds, What monster has attacked your
force of such declaration. But what is happiness? Go ask the young man,
the state of this country and other fallen, and blasted, and ruined, Whose
countries? In the pious and sober work is this? Go to riot, confusion,
part of the community, in nearly all our robbery, murder, and ask, Who bas
mechanical shops and manufacturing done all this? And while here and
establishments, among agriculturists there the counterfeiter is blamed, an
and mariners, the work of temperance acclamation of voices tells of the agency
is nearly triumphant. But we sce a of the traffic in intoxicating drinks in
great deal of drinking in our taverns almost every other case. This is no
and steamboats, and all along our exaggerated statement. Statistics, care-
streets, and drunkards are multiplying fully and faithfully collected, which will
and opposition increasing! And what not and cannot be denied, can be pro-
if we do? Is it not so in cleaning out duced to prove it. Now, then, if the
a spring or fountain? Do you not traffic is believed to be worse, and is
bring up all the mud and filth, so that proved to be worse, than counterfeiting,
it appears that you are doing more harm
than good? Let us alone, and we will What! a good man do worse than
can any good man continue in it?
soon show you the white sand and the
counterfeiters? Impossible."
pure spring-water; and then you will
thank us for our labors. We have done
a great deal, but we have a great deal
more to do, and we know it. Public
sentiment is fast setting against the rum-
traffic, as doing far more injury to so-
ciety than counterfeiting and other
deeds, which are not to be borne. He
trusted the friends of temperance would
be united and firm, and especially be
active in bringing up the rising, genera-
tion in the way they should go."
RUMSELLING WORSE THAN COUNTER-
FEITING.
"But is it a fact," said Thomas P.
Hunt, "that the business of making and
vending intoxicating drinks does more
injury than that of counterfeiting? Let
any man answer the question by what
he has seen and heard and personally
knows on the two subjects, and what
do you suppose it will be? Go to the
penitentiary, and from cell to cell, and
from dungeon to dungcon, enquire,
What brought you here, the counterfeiter,
or the alcoholic advocate? And seven-
tenths will answer, If it had not been
REV. THOMAS P. HUNT AND THE RUM-
SELLERS.
Father Hunt, it is generally known,
openly advocated the hanging of rum-
sellers. "You are rather too severe,
friend Hunt," said a teetotaler to him
one day. "Yes, but don't you see,"
was the quick reply, "that if we hold
they will not grumble at the peniten-
up the gallows to them pretty strongly,
tiary?"
CALLING FOR VOLUNTEERS.
ALLING
At the anniversary of a temperance
society in Philadelphia, at its conclu-
sion Rev. John Marsh stated that in
our temperance movements our princi-
pal hope was in the rising generation;
and as the Rev. T. P. Hunt was about
to beat up for volunteers from among
the crowd in the galleries, he would
read the following hymn composed for
the occasion:
Children, who have rallied now
Where Immanuel's soldiers bow,
Who will take the temperance vow,
And be a volunteer ?
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Children! hear the battle-cry,
Sounding loud, and sounding nigh,
From the throne of God on high;
Who'll be a volunteer?
See! the foe is gathering fast
Hark! his clanging trumpet-blast!
Who will fight him to the last,
And march a volunteer?
Lo! o'er all the tented field
God will be our sun and shield;
Alcohol, the foe, shall yield,
If all will volunteer !
standing before the counter of a profes-
sor of religion, a wife with her daughter,
begging the professor of religion not to
sell any more liquor to her husband.
This woman had been born in affluence,
and was reduced to poverty by the
drunkenness of her husband. The pro-
fessor had sold him the first gallon of
spirits, and his wife was sleeping in the
bed which once belonged to the drunk-
ard's wife. His children were adorned
with the ornaments which once belong-
ed to the drunkard's children. I add,
from such Christian rumsellers good
Lord deliver us, and palsied the tongue
and blistered the lips that would refuse
to say amen.”
HANNAH.
The hymn was sweetly sung by a
little girl, nine years old, in the gallery.
Mr. Hunt then called for the volun-
teers; not, however, for the temperance
ranks, but the drunkards'. He set be-
fore the children the advantages and
beauties of drunkenness, and called
upon them to enlist; but could gain J. H. W. HAWKINS AND HIS DAUGHTER
none. He then called upon fathers to
give up their sons to be drunkards, and
mothers to give up their daughters to
be drunkards' wives; but all in vain.
Next he invited all the children to the
cold-water banner, and gave them the
opportunity to express their assent by
rising. Nearly the whole in the gallery
rose. Mr. Hunt called upon the rum-
sellers, brewers, and vintners, if there
were any in the house, to look at them,
and see their trade sinking.
THE APOLOGY.
J. H. W. Hawkins and Rev. Thomas P.
Hunt met for the first time at a public
meeting at Faneuil Hall at Boston. As
Mr. Hunt took the stand Mr. Hawkins
came forward and said: "Mr. President,
I have a pledge to fulfil at this moment.
Some fifteen years ago, while rambling
in a state of intoxication about the city
of Philadelphia, I heard the voice of a
man, speaking in the open air, with a
crowd around him. I pressed through
the crowd, and found he was talking in
favor of temperance, when I staggered
up to him and said, 'Mister, you're an old
fool.' When I became a sober man, I
resolved, the first chance I had, to apo-
logize to him; and now, old man," said
he, grasping Mr. Hunt's hand, "I ask
your pardon, for you were the man."
The audience made old Faneuil ring
again, as they were congratulating each
other on the changes that had taken
place.
THE CHRISTIAN RUMSELLER AND THE
DRUNKARD'S WIFE'S APPEAL.
The Rev. Thomas P. Hunt relates
the following: "I saw not long since,
I
Mr. Hawkins was a drunkard of over
twenty years, degraded, and near ruin.
The day before he signed the Washing-
tonian pledge he was as miserable as a
man could be. He gives a graphic de-
He says: "June 13,
scription of it.
1840, I drank and suffered awfully. Í
cannot tell how much I suffered in mind:
in body everything, in mind more.
drank dreadfully the two first weeks of
June-bought by the gallon, and drank,
and drank, and was about taking life—
drank all the time." He had a pint of
whiskey. His wife invited him down
to breakfast. His daughter then came
and invited him down. And then she
said, "Father, don't send me after whis-
key to-day." He was tormented before,
but this from his affectionate daughter,
for whom he felt a peculiar love, in-
creased his anguish. He told her to
leave the room, and she cried, and went
down to her mother and said, "Father
is angry with me." After a while she
returned, and he beheld his little daugh-
ter; he felt wretched, as he thought of
his past life, his degradation, and how
miserable he had made his friends. He
called his daughter to him and said,
"Hannah, I am not angry with you, and
I shall not drink any more." They min-
gled their tears together. How much
the affection of that daughter may have
had to do with his reformation! Can
any appeal be more touching than that
of a small, affectionate daughter? Can
we wonder he loved Hannah as he lov-
ed his own soul? Hawkins kept the
promise he made to her: "I shall not
drink any more."
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HAWKINS AND THE PLEDGE.
On Monday night he went where his
old bottle companions were-men with
whom he had fished, and they had
got drunk together, and had been like
Milton' devils,
"In full concord joined."
No one knew where he was going, not
even his wife. He went to the society
of reformed drunkards.
One said,
“There is Hawkins, the 'regulator, the
old bruiser," and they laughed heartily.
But he felt like everything else but
laughing." He was as sober as a judge,
and as solemn as if his final hour had
come. The pledge was read, and Haw-
kins signed. He says, "I never had
such feelings before. It was a great
battle," and he might have added, a great
victory, also a splendid triumph. It
was late when he returned home. His
wife heard his footsteps, and she listen-
ed to see whether the gate opened sober
or drunk, for she could always tell; to
her great joy, it opened sober. He en-
tered, and she smiled, which he return-
ed, and he said, "I have put my name
to the temperance pledge, never to
drink as long as I live." As he said
this with wonderful emphasis, she wept
tears of joy, and he mingled his tears
with hers. Their crying waked up their
daughter Hannah, and she wept also.
The next morning he went to see his
aged mother, who had prayed twenty
years for her drunken son. He told
her what he had done. Tears of joy
trickled down her aged, wrinkled cheeks,
and she exclaimed, “It is enough; I am
ready to die." What an era that was in
his history! How sacredly he kept his
pledge, fulfilled his promise! Paradise
to him and his family were regained.
He became one of the most effective
temperance lecturers, and had nume-
rous seals to his ministry.
HAWKINS AND LATHAM.
The first Washingtonian Missionary
Mecting ever held in the United States
was held at Greene Street M. E. Church,
New York, on March 23, 1841. The re-
formed drunkards of Baltimore were
there, among the most prominent Mr.
Hawkins. His speech was eloquent, his
appeal tremendous. The effect was
electrical. It made a new era in the
temperance cause. The meeting was
a grand success. There was a wonder-
ful melting of hearts, a grand baptism
of tears.
During Mr. Hawkins's address a scene
ed. The house was crowded. A tre-
of wonderful moral sublimity transpir-
mulous voice was heard from the gal-
ed. The house was crowded. A tre-
lery enquiring, “Can I be saved? I am
a poor drunkard. I would give the
world if I was as you. Is there any
hope for me?" "Yes, there is, my
friend," said Mr. Hawkins in the kind-
est manner.
"Come down and sign the
pledge, and you will be a man. Come
down, and I will meet you and we will
take you by the hand." What a moment
of thrilling interest! All eyes were
upon the two men. The man came
down from the gallery. Mr. Hawkins
came down from the platform, and
with others met the man half-way, and
accompanied him to the desk, and guid-
ed his hand as he signed his name; and
then such a shout from the friends
of temperance
was heard as must
have been music in the ears of angels.
Mr. Hawkins exclaimed, as the poor
fellow signed the pledge, "Is there a
man that does not rejoice in this?
What does not all this promise to him
and his family, if he has one!" Others
followed his example that night, and it
was the commencement of a mighty
work that gladdened the eyes of angels
and thrilled the heart of the world's Re-
deemer. A glorious revival of religion
followed in that church, and hundreds
were converted, and they formed
Washingtonian class.
a
LATHAM'S SPEECH AT A TEMPERANCE
MEETING.
Mr. Latham said he was young to ad-
dress an audience like that, being but
was a miserable drunkard. He did not
one year old that day. One year ago he
tell of that to glory in it. No. He was
ashamed of it, and sorry for it. But as
he had been one, he was willing to con-
fess it, and felt it his duty to do so. "I
went to the church in Greene Street the
day John Hawkins came here. I had
been drunk twice that day. I drank to
strengthen my resolution to go into the
church. I heard what he said of him-
self, and I asked myself, if he could be
saved, why might not I be? And I felt so
much that I spoke my feelings aloud;
they brought me down, and I signed the
pledge, one year ago to-day. And oh !
what a different man I have been ever
since! I have the same body, bones,
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If
you not to deem me personal or irrev.
erent-a man may sometimes preach a
more eloquent discourse, and utter a
more fervent prayer, excited by drink,
than he could do in the previous lan-
guid state of his feelings. He may not
The
- I
J. H. W. HAWKINS AND FATHER MA-
THEW.
and sinews, but oh, how changed in
every respect! I look upon myself as
a wonder. The doctors said that we
could not be reformed; we should all
die if we left off drinking. But the Al-
mighty, in his goodness, was determin-
ed to break this illusion. The doctors | think so, but I call him drunk. This is
knew nothing about it, and, to prove my definition of drunkenness."
they did not, I will mention that it was clergyman replied: "Mr. M
six months from its commencement be- withdraw my complaint !"
fore a single member of our society died,
though it got to be very numerous.
any man will sign our pledge honestly,
and stick to it a little while, he will
meet with no difficulty. He will meet
with the greatest trials and temptations,
but he must be firm. I lay on my bed
three days, my wife sitting by and doing
a little something, but no money and
no food in the house. At length I took
a basket and went out. I worked at
beer-pumps. I met all my acquaintances,
and all said, Drink a little, or you will
die. But the words of John Hawkins
were right before me: 'Live or die,
never touch another drop'; and that
saved me, and has saved thousands of
others, and has saved a great many tem-
perate men, moderate drinkers, from
becoming drunkards."
The 6th of October, 1849, there was a
magnificent demonstration of the friends
of temperance in Taunton, Mass., to
welcome the arrival of the far-famed
philanthropist, Father Mathew.
At
Several addresses were made.
the close of a short and spirited speech
by Mr. Hawkins, he extended his hand
to Father Mathew, who immediately
arose and grasped it in a most hearty
and affectionate manner. It was a gra-
tifying spectacle to see those veteran
heralds of temperance shaking hands.
and smiling benedictions on each other,
as though both hearts were beating in
each bosom. They were both robust-
looking men, just past the prime of
life, somewhat resembling each other in
form, if not in feature. When Mr. Haw-
kins renewed the pledge he had never
violated, the good friar, who adminis-
tered it, stooped down and kissed him.
in a most paternal and patriarchal man-
ner.
THE CLERGYMAN AND THE JUDGE.
Mr. Hawkins introduced the anecdote
of Judge M's definition of drunken-
ness in his usual happy manner of telling
a story. A clergyman had been accused
of intemperance by an individual whom
he wished to have arraigned for a libel
HAWKINS AND THE MERCHANT.
on his reputation. He applied for this
Mr. Hawkins said in one of his
purpose to Judge M, then an emi-
nent lawyer in Baltimore. Having heard speeches: "I will now tell you of an in-
the clergyman's complaint, and after a cident that occurred a short time since,
severe scrutiny of the person of the com- which will no doubt be pleasing to you.
plainant, Mr. M-, not inexperienced It was truly so to me; it was so unex-
himself in the effects of drink, question-pected, and came in such good time.
ed his client in the following manner:
"Sir, in order to do my duty to you
more faithfully, I wish to enquire, first
of all, are you guilty of the charge? Do
you ever get drunk?" Astonished at the
question, the clergyman was about to
say, "Never"; but having a good degree
of conscientiousness, he hesitated; and
then he replied: "What do you mean
by drunkenness ?" Why, sir, I mean
by drunkenness that condition of the
human faculties in which, by the use of
fermented liquors, a man is enabled or
induced to do certain acts which he
could not do, or would not do, without
such use. For instance, sir-and I beg
"
The circumstances are the following:
The family being in need of some dry
goods, I went to the wholesale store of
a wealthy merchant, a well-known tem-
perance man here, for the purpose of
getting remnants, thinking they would
be cheaper. The gentleman knew me,
and after looking about he said he had
no remnants, but plenty of whole pieces.
He commenced taking them down, and
requested me to select for myself.
told him I did not wish to go too high.
He said, in a jocose manner, 'There is
no danger of that, for you are a short
man.' I made my selection for jacket,
vest, and pants for A—, and he cut
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NEW ENGLAND RUM VERSUS FOREIGN
MISSIONS.
them off. While doing so I discovered
him eyeing my faded coat. I asked him
the price of the articles. Said he, look-
ing me in the face, ' I shall charge them The following was published by Mr.
to temperance'; and turning round, he Hawkins in the Washingtonian. It
pulled from the shelf a most beautiful was a grand hit. "Mr. Editor, for the
piece of black cloth, proceeded to cut information of our Foreign Missions
from it material for coat and pants, and and all others concerned, please give
then from a piece of black velvet a vest. knowledge of the fact that the brig Lin-
'There,' said he, 'I make you a pre-coln, now lying at Lewis's Wharf, Bos-
sent of that, for it was you who brought ton, is loading with molasses rum for
back to me and his mother our son; Smyrna. What a comment upon a civ-
and he is now a sober man.' Pointing ilized and Christian (?) nation!"
to him at the desk, he said, 'He is a
good boy and a pious Christian.'"
PUTNAM AND THE WOLF.
John Hawkins, in an address at Sara-
toga Springs, gave some account of
Putnam and the wolf-as how the old
man went into the den and shot the
wolf and dragged her out; but, said he,
some of our modern Putnams take the
wolf down into the den, and feed her
there. Nightly there is prayer over that
den, and some of the victims of this de-
vourer may be the sons of the praying
fathers and mothers.
HAWKINS AND THE WEALTHY LADY.
On one occasion he received a note
in the handwriting of a female, desiring
him to call at her residence at an hour
appointed. He repaired there at the
time specified, conjecturing that it was
the case of a wife or mother solicitous
for the rescue of a husband or a son
from intemperance. He found the resi-
dence on one of the most fashionable
streets in the city, exhibiting every ap-
pearance of luxury and wealth. Hav-
ing announced his name, he was asked
to walk into the drawing-room. In a
few moments the lady entered, magnifi-
cently attired. He was gratefully and
modestly received; but what was his
astonishment on being informed that the
person before him had sent for him to
consult and advise with him in regard
to her own habits of intemperance,
which she feared were rapidly working
out the ruin of her soul and body. She
made a full confession of her sin, with
tearful eyes, appealing to him as if he
alone possessed the power of rescuing
her. He gave her the best advice he
could, and had the pleasure afterwards
of hearing of her entire restoration to
sobriety and peace of mind. Mr. Haw-
kins never divulged the name of the
party or the scene of this incident,
J. H. W. H.
HOW THE WINE-DRINKER WAS CURED.
A gentleman of good standing in so-
ciety gives the following account of the
manner in which he was cured of wine-
drinking. "I was," says he, "a cheer-
ful, generous wine-drinker, and after
drinking with some friends at the T-
where we indulged ourselves as usual,
we strolled out in the edge of the eve-
ning, and on our return passed the
place where John Hawkins was speak-
ing. Observing the thronged assembly,
I proposed going in, but my compan-
ions laughed at my folly; however, I
overruled them, and we sat awhile listen-
ing to his experience. At length my
companions proposed going, and rose
for the purpose, when Hawkins, observ-
ing us, said, 'Ho! you gentlemanly wine-
drinkers, you need not retire, for I
shall say nothing to you this evening.
My business lies wholly with the poor
unfortunate drunkards. I wish first to
save them, and when I have done with
them I will turn to you; and it will be
only a continuance of my work, for as
sure as you go on drinking your wine,
by the time they are all reclaimed you
will assuredly be in their place and
need the same charity.' The arrow
thus shot sank deep in my soul. The
thought of taking the place of these
drunkards who over the country are
reforming was too much for me.
instantly resolved on giving up wine-
drinking, and become a thorough tee-
totaler."
THE EGG MAN.
I
Mr. Hawkins says, "I lectured at
night in the open air near Spring Market,
Newburyport. I had not proceeded far
before I received an egg in my back.
Rather rough treatment all round!
The next day the gentleman (?) was
recognized as being a notoriously bad
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man by the name of Rinaldo, rather a | N. Y., and was one of the worst drunk-
famous name among robbers. I made ards in that city; then he reformed, and
application to a magistrate for a little became a most effective temperance lec-
'legal suasion' to mix with my 'moral turer.
suasion.' It was granted, and the egg
cost him little short of ten dollars and
a lodgment in jail. I reckon he thought
eggs had 'rizen' in price."
HAWKINS AND THE ROMAN CATHOLIC
PRIEST.
The interest felt in Mr. Hawkins's
labors by the Roman Catholic popula-
tion was so great in Savannah that
Father
Previous to his reformation, George
Haydock was employed to blast rocks
north of Hudson City. Having put in
a heavy charge of powder, and being
intoxicated, it exploded and blew him
up about fifteen feet in the air. He was
terribly mangled, and for weeks his
life was despaired of. This sobered
him. Nothing short of an explosion
could have done it.
that explosion he lost an eye and a leg.)
It was a terrible appeal to an audience,
standing on one leg and showing what
he had suffered in the cause of King
Alcohol.
THE HYPOCRITE, AND HOW GEORGE DE-
TECTED HIM.
of the Catholic church, In lecturing some years after, I heard
determined so far to dismiss his preju-him say, "See what I have suffered in
dices against a Protestant as to invite the service of King Alcohol. He knock-
him to address his people on a day ed out one of my sky-lights, and knock-
which he should name. He according-ed off one of my understanders." (In
ly called upon him, stated the extent to
which intemperance prevailed among
his flock, and solicited his aid in their
behalf. Mr. Hawkins cheerfully con-
sented, and at the time appointed re-
paired to the church, which was one of
ample dimensions. He found to his
astonishment, on entering, that every
seat was filled. On advancing to the
On board a New Haven steamboat I
chancel, he observed that a table had met George, and he told me that a few
been placed in front of it. Father
days before he came across a man who
enquired of the sexton why it professed to be a great temperance ad-
was there.
"And sure, sir, it is for the vocate and friend, but his breath sent
spaker to stand upon," was the reply. forth a strong advertisement. It expos-
"Remove it immediately; Mr. Haw-ed him. It told the story.
kins is good enough to stand within.
my chancel." He took his seat imme.
diately in front of Mr. Hawkins, and as
he proceeded in his remarks the tears
began to course their way down the
good father's face, and before he had
concluded he wept, as hundreds of
others in that congregation did, like a
child. Mr. Hawkins had evidently
produced a great effect upon his hear-
ers.
As soon as he had concluded, Fa-
ther sprang upon his feet, under
great emotion, and ordered the sexton
to "fasten every door of the church.
Let not a man or a woman leave the
house until you have all signed this
pledge!" he exclaimed, pointing to it,
as it lay upon the table; nor did he
desist until his flock were all pledged
to the principles of total abstinence.
George Haydock, the Ex-Profes-
sional Wood-Sawyer.
Who that ever saw George Haydock
forgot him? He resided in Hudson
George related to him the following:
Once there was a little white and dark
spotted animal at the mouth of the bur-
row of a woodchuck, who had gone out
into the meadow, and when he return-
ed, he thus addressed the little spotted
animal, "Who are you?" It replied, "I
am a woodchuck.' "No, you are not
a woodchuck; you are not the color of
one." "Yes, I am a woodchuck; they
are not all colored alike." "I say you
are not a woodchuck; I know by the
smell of your breath."
I need not tell the reader the little
spotted animal was a skunk, whose
breath is not very odoriferous.
GEORGE HAYDOCK AND THE DRUNKEN
OPPOSER.
George Haydock, having made a few
weeks' tour in Connecticut, related the
following, showing "truth stranger than
fiction":
"At a temperance meeting one even-
ing, a man, whose appearance would
have been respectable had he been so-
ber, made some disturbance; and being
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much intoxicated, it was proposed to
put him out. To this Haydock object-
ed, saying, he would get his name to
the pledge, and they would yet make
him president of a temperance society.
He, however, after listening a while,
went out, muttering and threatening as
he went.
J. Vine Hall.
His history is one of rare interest.
The Rev. Newman Hall is well known
in America, having visited this country
and been honored by the churches.
He is the popular pastor of Surrey Cha-
pel, London, and the successor of Rev.
James Sherman. Mr. Hall has a fame
on both sides of the Atlantic. His fa-
ther was a miracle of mercy. At forty-
two he was in the wine and spirit trade,
"the disciple of Tom Paine both in
principle and practice, sitting up whole
nights at convivial parties, never going
"The next morning, the same man
appeared in the village with two rum-
jugs swinging on the sides of his horse;
stopping between two rum-shops, he
set down his jugs; then taking up one
of them, he repaired to one of the
shops, and asked if he had cider bran-
to bed sober," and his "Wonderful Es-
dy. The keeper answered yes, but it
cape" by the marvellous grace of God
was rather new. He then, raising his jug is narrated. He had been an abandon-
high in the air, said, 'This jug has costed drunkard of the very worst type,
me fifteen hundred dollars! I now swear
eternal enmity to rum and rumsellers;
and smashing the jug upon the door-
mat, he turned to the other shop with
the other jug, and performed a similar
ceremony and oath; and then brought
a third jug, and repeated the same at
an apothecary's store, where it was only
kept for medicine. After this he signed
the pledge, and on the following week
was made president of the Howard To-
tal Abstinence Society. After he had
taken the chair, and the addresses were
gone through, eighty-one signed the
society's pledge.'
HAYDOCK, THE RUMSELLER AND HIS
AIDS.
and was all but miraculously rescued
from sinking into eternal ruin while
drunk. Again and again the razor was
in his hand to cut his throat, and yet he
was miraculously spared. Such was
the power which drink had over him,
that his son tells us "the poor man
would have suffered the amputation of
all his limbs, could so severe a method
have rid him of his deadly habit, which,
like a vulture, had fastened upon his
very vitals." Poor fellow! The Spirit
of God strove mightily with him. He
yielded, and became a co-worker with
God in rescuing himself from this de-
grading habit. A good physician gave
him a preparation of steel, with the as-
surance that, if faithfully taken every
Mr. Haydock held eight different pub- day, it would infallibly destroy the in-
lic meetings at Coeymans, N. Y., with clination for strong drink. He com-
glorious results. Of course this excited menced taking it in March, 1816, and
the indignation of the rumseller. He continued taking it till the September
says: "At one of the meetings it was
made known around that the rumsel following. Every bottle was taken with
earnest prayer. The remedy was crown-
ler's troop were coming up to put downed with triumphant success. That de-
the meeting; the main part of this troop
came up accordingly, entered the meet-
ing, and took their seats peaceably
The rumseller then came up himself,
in connection with two of his aids, one
of them having the revised statutes un-
der his arm, determined to put me down
by law. The rumseller came to the
door, looked in, then cleared out, leav-
ing me undisturbed. One of the aids
had been in State Prison for stealing;
the other was dressed in an old pair of
light pants with dark patches on the
knees, and the crown of his hat out, his
family having long since been sent to
the Poor House; this was the gentle-
man who had the revised statutes. Such
were the rumseller's aids."
graded drunkard was reclaimed, and
was made the honored instrument of
reclaiming hundreds. He wrote the
"Sinner's Friend," which has had a cir-
culation of a million and a half of
copies, and has been translated into
perhaps twenty languages, and even
this is not all; he was honored to give
to the world and the church the Rev.
Newman Hall, LL.B., the gifted mi-
nister of Surrey Chapel, the author of
"Come to Jesus," and other valuable
tracts which have had the widest circu-
lation (except the " Sinner's Friend")
of anything published in our day.
THE REMEDY.
The following is a copy of the pre-
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his brandy was given up. Then fol-
lowed earnest prayer and faithful atten-
dance on the means of grace. By-and-
by, after weeks of rejoicing, the entry
in his record is, "Fallen, through intem-
perance in taking wine." The physi-
cian said, "Well, dear friend, you must
give up wine, and confine yourself to
porter. Whereupon the entry was
made, "From this day resolved to take
no wine," and that day was another an-
niversary in his life. On the recurrence
of it he always kept that day a thanks-
scription which, under the blessing of
God, wrought a cure in the case of J.
Vine Hall, and which, we doubt not,
will prove equally successful in every
case in which it is tried with similar
prayer, resolution, and perseverance:
Sulphate of iron, 5 grains; magnesia,
IO grains; peppermint
peppermint water, II
drachms; spirit of nutmeg, I drachm;
taken twice a day. Mr. Hall drank
upwards of 300 bottles of it, and ulti-
mately rejoiced in a complete emanci-
pation from the power of the demon of
strong drink. Who will give up a de-giving to God.
graded friend in the light of a case like
John Vine Hall.
Thus far I have copied, but it seems
after all that the medicine prescribed
by the physician was not the means of
his cure, but his giving every kind of
intoxicating drink a terrible letting
alone. It is the only remedy under
heaven. "Touch not, taste not, han-
dle not." Here is safety, and nowhere
else. All other is dangerous ground,
and fraught with destruction and death.
This remedy is far better than a thou-
sand prescriptions from a thousand
physicians.
HIS STRUGGLES AND HIS TRIUMPIIS.
""
>>
In his diary there is another dreadful
confession, "Fallen, through excess in
porter. The physician said,
"You
must give up your porter, and confine
yourself to small table beer." He wrote,
"Resolved, anything to be delivered
from this evil. From this time no por-
ter"; and that day was kept till the end
of his life as an anniversary. And so
it went on, he confining himself to the
ordinary table beer for the household.
Then the physician said, "It is very
evident you must touch nothing of the
sort at all." He renounced even that,
and then came the crowning triumph.
It was not the medicine that saved him.
though it might have had a little effect
Mr. Hall was a noble soul and every at first, but it was the total abstinence.
one loved him. He was
a capital If the physician had said in the begin-
singer, full of anecdote and brilliant inning, "It is evident you cannot touch
conversation, and was invited to drink- anything of the sort, I need not give
ing parties. He professed religion, but you any medicine; let there be absti-
he made shipwreck of the faith. He nence," from that moment there would
became a wretched drunkard. Teeto- have been an absolute cure, but the
talism was not known in those days. idea was never suggested. It was the
Some friend suggested that a physician grace of God that saved him, but it was
might do him good, and he rejoiced in total abstinence that was the means of
the idea that he might be cured. He that salvation.
signed a statement that he was willing
to be put into an asylum, and deprived
of his liberty, to be cured of his disease.
The physician prescribed, and although
there was no help afforded, he took the
prescription three times a day, the re-
cord stating, "every bottle taken with
prayer." But in spite of the medicine,
after a little while, in which he was re-
joicing in being fully delivered, he was
overtaken again. The physician said,
It is evident you are not able to stand
the brandy, and you must give it up."
He resolved at once, however fond he
was of a glass of brandy and water at
night, to give it up that moment. The
date was then put down, and ever after-
wards that day was kept as an anni-
versary to God, to recall the time when
Such is the account Newman Hall
gives of the salvation of his father from
a drunkard's grave, of his struggles and
conquest, of conflict and victory. New-
man Hall, who gives the above account
of the rescue of his father, also informs
us how he was converted to teetotalism.
It was a cause of joy to my father
that his sons took up the same cause.
I have had the honor for twenty-five
years of advocating total abstinence.
When a young man at college I used to
argue with my friends, Mr. and Mrs.
Sherman, and say that I was never in
danger of becoming a drunkard; and
if I could take a couple of glasses of
wine, and leave off that was a very fine
example. One day Mrs. Sherman said,
"I have been praying for you that you
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might adopt this total abstinence prin-
ciple." I replied, “I think I am bound
to say that I will try it for a month."
I have been trying it for the last twenty-
six years, and I am not disposed to for-
sake the practice.
HEAD DOWNWards.
give me a little of the liquor from his
glass, in a spoon. My dear mother
would gently chide him with, "Don't,
John, it will do him harm." To this he
would smilingly reply, "This little sup
won't hurt him-bless him!" When I
became a schoolboy, I was at times un-
well, and my affectionate mother would
pour for me a glass of wine from the
decanter. At first I did not like it, but
as I was told that it would make me
A course of dissipation is always
downward; he never rises, but descends
lower and lower till ruin overtakes him.
He may begin in the splendid hotels,"strong," I got to like it. When I left
with costly drinks; you will find him
after a while in the low and cheap grog-
geries with altered company and altered
dress.
school and home, to go out as an ap-
prentice, my pious mother wept over
me, and amongst other good advice,
urged me "never to go into the public-
house or theatre." For a long time I
could not be prevailed upon to act con-
trary to her wishes, but, alas! the love
for liquor had been implanted within
me! Some of my shopmates at length
overcame my scruples, and I crossed
the fatal threshold. I reasoned thus:
He went from" My parents taught me that these
drinks were good; I cannot get them
here except at the public-house; surely
it cannot be wrong then to go and pur-
chase them." From the public-house
to the theatre was an easy passage.
Step by step I fell. Little did my fond
mother think, when she rocked me in
my little cot, that her child would find
a home in a prison-cell. Little did my
indulgent father dream, when he placed
the first drop of sweetened poison to my
childish lips, that he was sowing the
seeds of my ruin! My days are now
nearly ended; my wicked career is
nearly closed. I have grown up to
manhood; but, by a course of intem-
perance, have added sin to sin. Hope
for the future I have not; I shall soon
die-a poor drunkard!
I knew a young man belonging to
one of the fine families in Westchester
County, of fine talents and excellent edu-
cation. Many hopes clustered around
him, and his morning was bright and
beautiful. But he commenced a course
of dissipation. Efforts were made to
save him—all in vain.
bad to worse, till ruin overtook him.
The story is soon told. One cold win-
ter's morning he was found in the Hud-
son River, having pitched head fore-
most into a hole the fishermen had cut
in the ice in which to put their nets.
Being drunk, he went into the hole and
his body was frozen in, one-half in the
ice the other half out, and his hand had
hold of a jug of rum half emptied of its
contents. What a terrible death! head
foremost to destruction, the way he had
been going for a long time. Nothing
but the cold ice for his winding-sheet,
and the north winds singing his funeral
requiem. Dying alone, shunned by
man, forsaken by God, abhorred by
devils, going head foremost down to a
drunkard's hell, with the very instru-
ment in his hand that was the means
of his destruction. O rum! rum! thy
tender mercies are cruel.
HOW A DRUNKARD BEGAN TO LOVE
self.
NKARD
LIQUOR.
Read his tale of sorrow, ponder over
his bitter experience as related by him-
I have heard my dear mother
say, that when I was a little baby, she
thought me her finest child. I was the
pet of the family; I was caressed and
pampered by my fond, but too indul-
gent parents. Before I could well walk,
I was treated with the "sweet" from
the bottom of my father's glass. When
I was a little older, I was fond of sitting
on his knee, and he would frequently
A Heroine.
The Cambridge City folks had a bit
of rare fun a few days ago. Mrs. C-
whose husband was a printer, and much
given to drink, delayed dinner for Mr.
C- until after two o'clock; but as
she waited much longer than usual, she
started in pursuit of him. She sought
him in the printing-office, where she
learned to her grief that Mr. C was
C-
at the grocery. She started quickly for
that place, with a bit of clapboard, and
on entering, found C highly intoxi-
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cated.
Horrid Effects of the Triumphs of
Teetotalism.
She pounded him and then | perance went on like the sun in the
fell on the grocery-keeper, and ran him heavens from its morn to its meridian.
out of the store at the street door. The
wife of the keeper entered in his de-
fence, but Mrs. C――― quickly put her
to flight, and having cleared the "tan-
yard," fell to mauling and pounding the
jugs, bottles, kegs, and barrels, until
everything containing spirituous liquors
was demolished. The keeper mouthed
many things, while the "hope of his
gain" was being ruined, but received
no sympathy from the public.
The horrid effects of this mania,
should it prevail, are thus amusingly
described in an English periodical :
Blackwood, in his magazine, ob-
serves: "We wish the teetotalers would
make a grand invasion of the distilleries,
and, after boiling a few of the concoct-
ors of conflagration in their own vats,
let in the Thames to liquefy the whole
A large sum of money was made up
by the citizens of Cambridge and sent
to Mrs. C; and the grocery-keeper
was informed that, if he did not wish to
leave town on that time-honored, old-plant. With all this we are aware of the
fashioned, much-talked-of, but less used
fence-rail, clad in soft tar and the royal
feather of the babbling goose, he would
make himself scarce, without redress
in any shape or form. May the Lord
send more Mrs. C-s!
Bishop Hopkins's Temperance and
Infidelity.
respect due to vested interests. The
physicians, to whom apoplexies are a
rent-roll; the surgeon, who lives on
the broken bones of humanity; the un-
dertakers, who keep themselves in their
own houses by removing every one else
from theirs; and last, and most grasp-
ing of all, the chancellors of exchequers,
who tax the tombstones, and lay their
hand upon every thing above and
under ground. The slightest check on
the national propensity for gin would
be answered by a general wail from the
whole multitude who live on the sad
varieties of human woe! The work-
house would exhibit the portly matrons
and pampered clerks, who preside over
the distribution of the six million
pounds sterling, which go in potatoes
and cheese to the pauperism of Britain,
lank as the mice that roamed their
empty halls. The turnkeys of the
county jails would grow melancholy,
and toy with handcuffs no longer.
Jack Ketch would pronounce his occu-
The late Bishop Hopkins of Vermont
will long be remembered as the great
champion of slavery, being a defender
of the peculiar institution from the
Bible. The same bishop will be re-
membered as a grand opposer of the
temperance cause; therefore he publish-
ed a book with this imposing title,
"The Triumph of Temperance, the
Triumph of Infidelity." He charged
temperance as assuming to do what
Christianity could not do, and setting
Christianity aside as useless. But the
bishop engaged in a very unequal con-pation over, and the drop itself might
quest. He calculated without his host.
Temperance emanated from the Gospel,
as the rays of light do from the sun.
The Bible is the Magna Charta of tem-
perance. Its principles there stand out
as conspicuous as the sun in the hea-
vens. It teaches that temperance is
one of the "fruits of the spirit"; "that
he that striveth for the mastery is tem-
perate in all things;" that it is an im-
portant link in the grand chain of
Christian graces;
that temperance
and religion are beautifully blended
together like the colors of the rainbow.
The bishop's work was a failure. Good
men looked upon it with a smile, and
upon the bishop with pity, while tem-
be sold for old furniture, not required
at present by the owner. But the
calamity would not end here; Themis
herself might give up her last breath
in a groan that would shake the land
from Westminster Hall to the Lizard.
The judges would find their circuits
reduced to the important duty of march-
ing into the counties with a posse of
clowns before them, and the sheriff's
carriage to make up the show. The
leanness of the courts would soon re-
duce the corporiety of the lawyers, and
a speedy mortality, or a general recruit-
ing for the East India Company service,
would be the only resource against eat-
ing each other; with the barristers the
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solicitors must go, that active race,
whose smaller dimensions by no means
preclude their rivalling activity in ex-
tracting their subsistence from whatever
they can fix on. The generation of
clerks and law subalterns, of all shapes,
sizes, and stands, must be reduced to
the famishing point without delay; all
must perish alike."
Honorable.
"
with Washington Irving, and such a day
I never enjoyed. He was in a vein to re-
late anecdotes which to me were full of
interest. He said there was a colored
man so polite he was called "Gentle-
man Dick." It will be remembered Mr.
Irving named a favorite horse after him,
and he was so ungentlemanly he threw
his master off his back and injured
him.
In his boyhood Mr. Irving said he
spent considerable time in the neigh-
borhood of what was afterwards called
Sunny Side. Being very fond of sweet
cider, he went with some boys and
"Gentleman Dick" to a cider-mill, on
the hill. and they rolled a barrel out of
the mill, and Dick took turns drinking
out of the bung-hole. While thus en-
gaged, one said,
I never gaged, one said, "Hark, some one is
coming." They all run down the hill,
and in their hurry started the barrel
rolling, and it was nearly full of cider,
and every time it rolled over the cider
spilt out, making a kind of swashing
noise; and the barrel gained upon
them, for it went with accelerated
force and increased motion, and they
supposed
"A poor tippler who had spent hun-
dreds of dollars at the bar of a certain
groggery, being one day faint and fee-
ble, and out of change, asked the land-
lord to trust him for a glass of liquor.
"No," was the surly reply, "I never
make a practice of doing such things."
The poor fellow turned to a gentleman
who was sitting by, and whom he had
known in better days, saying, "Sir,
will you lend me sixpence?' Yes,
sir," was the reply. The landlord with
alacrity placed the decanter and glass
before him. He filled his glass pretty
full, and having swallowed it and re-
placed the glass with evident satisfac-
tion, he turned to the man and said:
"Here, sir, is the sixpence I owe! I
make it a point, degraded as I am,
always to pay borrowed money before
I
pay a rumseller."
Half and Half.
A rumseller was hauled up in
Vermont last year, and put through a
course of discipline for selling ardent
liquors contrary to the statute in such
case made and provided. Boniface
grumbled, and insisted that the tempe-
rance men were very short-sighted.
"I had already got the old soakers,"
he observed, "to drinking liquor that
was at least half water; if they had
let me alone awhile longer, I should
have had them drink clear water with-
out knowing it."
Washington Irving, Gentleman Dick,
and the Cider.
On a beautiful day in July, 1855, I
spent a day, by invitation, at Sunny Side,
were
terribly frightened,
some one was running after them,
and, what was their surprise, when
they got to the bottom of the hill, to
find their fears all imaginary. But he
said, with a hearty laugh, "that it cured
him and the rest of the boys of ever
going again to steal cider."
WASHINGTON IRVING AND THE WINE,
On that day I dined with him, and he
was exceedingly courteous and pre-
sented me with a glass of wine. Never
in my lifetime did I have as hard work
to refuse. I was his guest, sharing in
his hospitality, and it seemed that if I
refused, it would be a reflection upon
mine host.
I mustered up courage,
and said, "Mr. Irving, I am much ob-
liged to you, but you will please excuse
me; for over a quarter of a century I
have been pledged to touch not, taste
not, and handle not." Said he, "I com-
mend your course; 'tis very wise. I
seldom take a glass of wine; I do oc-
"take a
casionally," said he smiling,
glass with my brother Peter, who is so
deaf this is the only way we can con-
verse together."
THE RUINED FAMILY.
The depopulating pestilence that
walketh at noonday, the carnage of
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Resolved, That we will test the consti-
tutionality of all laws making it a penal
offence for wolves to murder sheep and
lambs, and that a committee of three
experienced wolves be appointed to
look after our interest, and to employ
additional counsel for this purpose, if
necessary.
Resolved, That highly as we value po-
litical liberty personal liberty we hold
to be above all price.
Resolved, That all persons opposed to
the ultraism, intolerance, and persecut-
ing conduct of these intemperate mem-
bers of the anti-wolf society be invited
to unite with us, in legal and constitu-
tional resistance to their attacks upon
our rights and our characters.
Resolved, That we are behind no man,
or body of men, in our love for sheep
and lambs, though we may not have the
same fanatical way of showing it.
Resolved, That we look upon shep-
herds, who set traps for wolves, or who
have the meanness to employ spies to
detect any of our respectable fraternity
in murdering sheep and lambs, as the
most contemptible poltroons in crea-
tion, utterly unworthy the notice of any
wolf in good standing.
cruel and devastating war, can scarcely | or body of men to interfere with our
exhibit their victims in a more terrible business, or abridge our rights and
array than the exterminating drunken- privileges.
ness. I have seen a promising family
spring from the parent trunk, and
stretch abroad its populous limbs like
a flowering tree covered with green
and healthy foliage. I have seen the
unnatural decay beginning upon the
yet tender leaf, and gnawing like a
worm in an unopened bud, while they
dropped off, one by one, and the ruined
shaft stood alone, until the winds and
rains of many a sorrow laid that too in
the dust. On one of those holy days,
when the patriarch, rich in virtue as in
years, gathered about him the great and
little ones of the flock, his sons, and
his daughter, I, too, sat at the fes-
tive board. I pledged therein hospit-
able health, and expatiated with de-
light upon the eventful future, while
the good old man, warmed in the
genial glow of youthful enthusiasm,
wiped a tear from his eyes. He was
happy. I met them again when the
rolling year brought the festive season
round. But all were not there. The
kind old man sighed as his suffused
eye dwelt on the then unoccupied seat.
But joy yet came to his relief, and he
was happy. A parent's love knows
no diminution-time, distance, poverty,
shame, but give intensity and strength
to that passion, before which, all others
dissolve and melt away. Another year
elapsed. The board was spread, but
the guests came not. The man cried,
"Where are my children?" And echo
answered, "Where?" His heart broke
-for they were not. Could not heaven
"Do you think," asked a delicate
have spared his gray hairs this afflic- lady, "that the sin of intemperance in
tion? Alas! the demon of drunken- eating is quite as great as that of drink-
ness had been there. They had fallen ing? To me, at least, it is far more dis-
victims of his spell. And one short gusting." My dear lady," was the re-
month sufficed to cast the veil of obliv-ply," excessive eating is unquestionably
ion over the old man's sorrow and the bad enough; but it can never bear the
young one's shame. They are all dead. least comparison with excessive drink-
-WASHINGTON IRVING.
ing, until it is proved that the more a
person eats, the more he wants to eat-
until his mind and his body become
alike ungovernable in consequence of
such excess, his passions excited, his
reason extinguished, his home rendered
miserable, his money wasted, and every
one connected with him degraded and
unhappy. When such effects are pro-
duced by over-eating, it will be time to
measure out our daily food, or to form
Resolved, That, as free and indepen- a society for the purpose of introducing
dent wolves, we will not suffer any man' the general use of a limited quantity.'
T
The Indignant Wolves.
At a large and highly respectable
meeting of the wolves in the district,
the following resolutions were unani-
mously adopted :
Resolved, That we will no longer en-
dure in silence.
Moral-If wolves are not rum sellers,
rumsellers are wolves.-Boston Temp.
Journal.
Intemperance in Eating.
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The Indian, Landlord, and the
Bottle.
An Indian was given to intoxication.
Upon conversing with a pious man one
day, he was persuaded to relinquish
the vile habit. For three years he tasted
not a drop of liquor; when, being at
work in the field one hot day, he
thought he should feel better for a glass
of rum.
He accordingly left his work,
and took his bottle to the tavern two
and a half miles off to be filled. The
with
tavern-keeper welcomed him
smiles and honeyed words, and offered
him a glass of his choicest alcohol. He
was as glad to see him come back as a
sailor landlord is to see his victim re-
turn with his pockets well filled. But
he would accept of nothing at his
hands. He returned to the field with
his bottle full of rum. He drew the
cork, and gazed at it for a while, then
dashed it on the ground, exclaiming :
"I will be your master." He stuck to
his resolution ever after.
The Indian and His Friend.
A friend of Tedyuscung once said to
him, when he was a little intoxicated
"There is one thing very strange, and
which I can not account for; it is why
the Indians get drunk so much more
than the white people." "Do you
think strange of that?" said the old
chief; "why, it is not strange at all.
The Indians think it no harm to get
drunk whenever they can; but you
white men say it is a sin, and yet get
drunk nevertheless!"
Neglected duties rise,
In fearful, sad array,
Up to its brim. I will be wise-
I've cast the bowl away !
I've seen the pride of all—
The wise, the good, the great-
Like summer leaves, all timeless fall,
And veil their high estate;
I've seen fair woman give
Her every charm away-
Embrace the demon vile, and live
I've cast the bowl away!
My days of revelry
Oh! gladly I give up;
They're but the masks of misery,
Which still lurk in the cup
While indolence and want
And poverty display
Themselves in every drunkard's haunt-
I've cast the bowl away!
A drunkard's gloomy grave
Shall ne'er be made for me;
Oh! rather let the rushing wave
Engulf me in the sea!
And may it be my lot
To die 'neath reason's ray!
Remembered by my friends or not—
I've cast the bowl away!
My path henceforth is plain,
To shun intemperance and its train,
In honesty to live-
By industry to thrive ;
No duty to forget,
And live to bless the day
When I was led without regret
To cast the bowl away!
CHARLES F. AMES.
I've Thrown the Bowl Aside.
I've thrown the bowl aside;
For me no more shall flow
Its ruddy stream or sparkling tide,
How bright soe'er it glow.
I've seen extending wide
Its devastating sway,
I Wish I was Dead.
Said a little boy to his mother, “I
wish I was dead! Why?" "The
boys pester me when I go to the store
after father when he is drunk." One
day, on looking for her missing boy,
the mother found him in a dark corner
of the barn, hung up, a little suicide!
Then she exclaimed, "O my son !
Seen reason yield its power to guide would God I had died for thee." At
I've cast the bowl away!
Oh! ne'er tempt me again
To drain the cup of sin;
For ruin dire, disease and pain,
Taint all that foams within ;
the funeral, bending over the coffin of
his dead boy, the father promised to
drink no more. A long time he kept
his promise, till one day he saw Deacon
B. take a glass of brandy in a store.
He seemed uneasy; his mind was in a
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terrible conflict. At last he yielded | house. The farmer sat pensive by the
and drank. That glass sealed his fate.
Inclining That Way.
Mr. Jones was in the habit of getting
occasionally somewhat "balmy," and
one night he was discovered by a neigh-
bor leaning against the side of a church
for support.
"Hallo, Jones! you look
serious; think of joining the church?"
"Well," replied Jones, "I incline con-
siderably that way at present!"
44
"
fireside; a settled melancholy was viv-
idly depicted in his face. The bookseller
soon explained the cause of his visit by
requesting the farmer to purchase some
books. See there," said he (produc-
ing a volume), "is an excellent work by
a celebrated religious writer. It is
called 'The Afflicted Man's Compan-
ion.' The Afflicted Man's Compan-
ion?" said the farmer, rising up in his
seat and heaving a deep sigh. "I do
not require it; I have a larger and a far
more expensive copy." Well, then,"
said the persevering man of books,
"will you give me a sight of your copy?
Perhaps you will exchange."
"Ex-
change! That I will," said the farmer;
and rising from his seat conducted him
I have visited three Indian tribes, and to an adjoining apartment. It was a
at two of them found flourishing socie-sleeping-room. Approaching the bed-
ties. Those on the Buffalo Reservation
(five miles from the city) have a society
of near one hundred and fifty members.
Their motto is total abstinence in the
true sense of the term. At the close
Indian Pledge.
of my lecture to them, having given the
white man's definition of teetotalism,
one of their chiefs (Big Kettle) rose, and
with much earnestness declared him-
self utterly unwilling to adopt the white
man's pledge. "You say," said he,
"that the white man's pledge permits
the use of whiskey in case of sickness.
Now, surely, if whiskey will, as we know
it does, injure a well man, much more
will it a sick one; hence, sick or well,
I am for entire abstinence." So said
many other influential men.
An Inference.
46
A school-mistress was advocating
temperance, when a little boy enquired,
"Did you ever get drunk and fall into
the river?" Why, no, my child," she
replied with some astonishment; "how
came you to think of such a thing?"
"'Cos my grandfather did, and that was
what made him a cold-water man."
The Itinerant Bookseller and the
Afflicted Man's Companion.
As an itinerant bookseller was one
day pursuing his avocation through-
out the country, he entered a farm-
side, he shifted aside the curtains, and
Pointing to his wife, who lay besotted
with drink, he dashed his hand wildly
against his breast, and exclaimed,
"This is the afflicted man, that his
companion. Take her, oh! take her,
with my blessing, and make the best
stock," said the stationer, evidently af-
use of her you can." "It is a bad
fected-"one on which, I fear, you will
lose materially, if not greatly im
proved."
The Indian Chief and His Appeal.
It is a fact that the celebrated Miami
chief, Little Turtle, made application to
the legislature of Kentucky, about 1803
or 1804, for the passage of a law, con-
current with other States bordering on
the Indian Territory, to prohibit their
citizens from selling spirituous and in-
toxicating liquors to the Indians.
The arguments of this singular ora-
tor of nature were powerful. He ap-
peared before a committee of the board,
and ably discussed the subject of intem-
perance; his arguments had the desired
effect. An act passed on the subject to
go into operation, providing the legis-
lature of Ohio (then a new State) would
pass a similar law restraining her citi-
zens from similar acts. The legislative
body whose duty it was to act in Ohio
omitted it. The law of Kentucky fell,
of course. The unwearied Indian chief
was not easily discouraged. Though
baffled in the outset, he persevered; nor
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t
did he, as many a white man would have, whiskey.' 'Where is my shirt?' 'You
done, give it over as a "vain attempt." sold it for whiskey.' Now, my white
But in the years 1805 and 1806 Little brothers, imagine to yourselves the de-
Turtle betook himself to various meth- plorable situation of that man, who has
ods to accomplish this truly desirable a wife and children at home dependent
object. By every argument in his on him and in a starving condition,
power he labored to gain over to his when he himself is without a shirt!'"
cause influential and religious charac- The speech of which the above is the
ters, and urged on them to recommend substance was with other documents
the measure to the President of the transmitted by the Quakers to Mr.
United States, which by the legislature Jefferson when he was in office as
of Ohio, at its session of 1804, had been President of the United States. By him
neglected. For this purpose Little it was transmitted to the Governor of
Turtle travelled through various parts Ohio, with a pressing request (see
of the United States, and among the Journals H. R., 1808-9) that it should
rest betook himself to the Quakers. be laid before the legislature of that
Being permitted to deliver his senti- State at its next session. He did so.
ments publicly, perhaps at a yearly The legislature with great promptitude
meeting of the Friends' Society, he ex- acted on the subject, and passed the
pressed himself nearly as follows: excellent law which is now in force on
that subject.
My white brothers, many of your
red brothers in the West have long since
discovered and now deeply lament the
great evil of drunkenness. It has been
many years since it was first introduced
amongst us by our white brothers. In-
dians do not know how to make strong
drink. If it be not shortly stopped
among our people, it will be our ruin.
We are now, in consequence of it, a
miserable people. We are poor and
naked. We have made repeated at-
tempts to suppress this evil, and have
failed; we want our white brothers to
help us, and we will try again.
"
Brothers, we want you to send to
our great father, the President of the
United States, and let him know our
deplorable situation, that the bad ones
among our white brothers may be
stopped from selling whiskey to the In-
dians. Could you, my brothers, see the
evil of this barbarous practice, you
would pity the poor Indians!
Brothers, when a white man trad-
ing in our country meets an Indian, he
asks him the first time, 'Take a drink?';
he says 'No.' He asks a second time,
'Take a drink? good whiskey'; he says
'No.' He asks the third time, 'Take a
drink? no hurt you'; he takes a little,
then he wants more, and then more.
Then the trader tells him he must buy.
He then offers his gun. The white man
takes it. Next his skins; white man
takes them. He at last offers his shirt;
white man takes it.
"When he gets sober, he begins to
enquire: Where is my gun?' He is
told, 'You sold it for whiskey.' Where
are my skins?' 'You sold them for
What an example has been set by
this Indian chief, worthy the imitation.
of any great man! And what a pity
that the legislature of Ohio, after hav-
ing passed so excellent a law, restrain-
ing the vending of spirituous liquors to
the Indians, should not have passed
a similar law against drunkenness
among our own citizens !
Intemperance of Great Men.
The biographers of some of the most
distinguished literary characters of this
and other countries present lamentable
examples of the direful effects of alco-
holic liquors on the intellect. The na-
tional injuries thus sustained may be
considered in a twofold point of view;
that is, in the first place, from the par-
tial incapacity for mental labors which
is thereby produced; and, secondly, the
premature mortality of men whose men-
tal exertions might otherwise have great-
ly benefited their country. Byron and
Burns form prominent examples. Prior,
according to his biography, was not free
from the charge of intemperance. Dr.
King states that Pope hastened his end
by drinking spirits. Pope remarks that
Parnell was a great follower of drams,
and strangely open and scandalous in
his debaucheries; all are agreed that he
became a sot and finished his existence.
Dryden, in his youthful days, was con-
spicuous for his sobriety; "but for the
last ten years of his life," observes Den.
nis, "he was much acquainted with Ad
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dison, and drank with him even more | said he, if you do; for you will not be
than he ever used to do-probably so noticed at the other gate, if you overtake
far as to hasten his end." 'Cowley's the funeral. Give me change of that,
death," remarks Pope," was occasioned said I, pulling out my medal; and when
by a mean accident while his great he saw the name of Dr. Doyle on it, he
friend, Dean Pratt, was on a visit with sighed, and was closing the gate, but I
him at Chertsey. They had been to- rushed in. Oh! said he, there is posi-
gether to see a neighbor of Cowley's, tive orders not to let any teetotaler go
who, according to the fashion of the this way; all others are welcome. Oh!
times, made them welcome. They said I, you are keeping me too long; so
did not set out on their walk home till I ran by him and got up to the old chap
it was too late, and had drunk so deep- again. We were chatting away as we
ly they lay out in the fields all night. went, and on reaching the next gate,
This gave Cowley the fever and carried there we saw the hearse, and next to it
him off." The great Shakspere also the drunkard's omnibus. It was full
fell a victim to the same direful habit. of briefs, warrants, lattitats, summon-
ses, executions, informations, death-
warrants, and every piece of paper that
was ever invented to annoy and ruin
man was pinned all around it. On the
top of it was a bar-boy, with his coat
off, and he standing before a three-pull
porter machine, and he working with all
his might, to the tune of "Coming, sir."
On the back seat was the jolly Bacchus
sitting on a keg, labelled on the end
rich raspberry. He had another small
cask before him, and it had a label on
The Irishman's Dream.
At a temperance meeting in Ireland
a Mr. Flynn was called up. As he
stood upon his feet, he said he would
relate a curious dream he had had.
|
"I thought," said he, "I was going
down Patrick-strick Street, and I saw
two fellows racking off two puncheons
of the 'devil's own,' and I had the curi-it of aromatic infusion. Next came a
osity to peep into the bung-hole; but dozen horses that I often saw under
being so long a teetotaler, the fumes got porter drays, and they had yoked to
the better of me, and into some old ruin them the stretcher, and it was covered
in the Liberty I strayed, and there fell with a pall. I was curious enough to
fast asleep; how long I slept I know lift it up, and what do you think I saw?
not, but my dreams were long enough. Why, it was full of glasses, naggins, cans,
I dreamed that I was on a long and quarts, croppers, jugs, and bottles, all
weary road, and it was covered over laid on labels of ginger-beer, teetotal
with grains and mash, and as I was cordials, and Guinness's XX, with pure
looking around me I saw an old fellow malt, etc. Where, said I, can they be
that lived in the Liberty and kept a pub-going with all the empty vessels?
lic-house, so I went up to him and Empty indeed! said he. Yes, said I.
asked him where that road led to? Leads Why, said he, they are all full; so I
to? said he, why, it leads to Old Nick. lifted up the pall again, and I saw a few
O murder! said I, am I on the road to of the women's pocket pistols. It must
hell? Sure enough you are, said he. be these that are full, said I; so I took
Well, said I, you will be with me at any one and looked into it, but could see
rate. I think, said he, you will not get nothing; so I went to him and asked
in; but come along, anyhow. We jog-him what was in them? Why, said he,
ged on, at all events, until we came to a
turnpike gate, and out jumps a little
fellow and asked me what I wanted?
I want to pass on, said I. You cannot,
said he. Why, said I? There is no
person to pass here to-day, said he, but
two. And who might they be? said I.
One is the postman from Cork, Lim-
erick, and Clonmel, and the other is the
reporter from the Teetotal World; for
Old Nick himself cannot stop him.
You must pay a penny, any way, said
he. For what? said I. I'll let you pass,
they are full of the orphan's tears and
the widow's sighs-they are full of the
blood of the murdered and the remorse
of the murderer-they are full of the
curses of the ruined maid and the
broken-hearted parents-they are full
of the groans of the convicts and the
last words of the dying felon. Yes,
said he, they are overflowing with all
the miseries, the curses, the blasphe-
mies, that ever disgraced this earth;
but since teetotalism has spread abroad,
his satanic majesty sent to gather them
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in, as they would not be of any longer trusty friends, who never failed to make
use on earth; he is going to bury them a brother shed a brother's blood! what
and the corpse together. And where is has brought you here? O you that
the corpse? said I. In the hearse, said never failed to fill the streets with pros-
he. Now, the hearse was an open one, titutes and the gibbets with victims!
and yet I could see no coffin. There is why have ye returned—is there none to
no corpse in the hearse, said I. Indeed destroy? O you, the handmaids of
there is, said he-two; but they are treason, the forerunners of poverty, of
wrapped up so close together that you sickness, and of crime! could you do
cannot see them. And who are they? nothing for me in this hour of desola-
said I. Oh! said he, his grief almost tion? Oh ! could you work no longer?
smothering him, it's the publicans' licen- | How long he would have continued I
ses and the patent of Donnybrook fair. know not; but, fixing his eyes full on
And where are they to be buried? said Tom Flynn, he was just going to vent
I. Near John's Well, said he. These all his fury on me, when I shouted out
roads are very much deserted, said I. with all my might: I am a teetotaler.
Not of late, said he; for we have ten or And what brought you here? said
twelve of them coming daily since Mr. he; there are particular orders not
Corkran and Mr. Haughton and a few to let any teetotaler come this way.
other gentlemen began to advocate tem- I only came to the funeral, said I.
perance; but when Father Mathew Well, he will not be buried for forty
came, he gave them a galloping decline, days, said he-that will be the 10th of
and they are coming since that in hun- October; and then, said he, you may
dreds. Did you try no doctors? said I. come and see the ceremony. You may
Oh' we did, said he. And who might be sure I did not delay until I got out-
they be? said I, for I know almost all side the turnpike, and when I came to
the Dublin doctors. Why, said he, we the last gate I began knocking with all
tried Doctor Ginger-beer, Surgeon Pop, my might. Who is there? said the
Doctor Treacle-beer, and Surgeon Aro- porter. It's Tom Flynn, from the Black
matic Infusion; and our apothecaries Rock, said I; open the door. He open-
were Mr. Tincture of Lemon, Mr. Re-ed the door, and where do you think I
pealers' Cordial, and Mr. Imperial
Spruce. But it was all no use; they left
nothing undone, but they are only get-
ting worse and worse every day. And
who are all these men with the funeral?
said I. Oh! they are the brewers and dis-
tillers who came to see their last friends
to their last home, and with them came
the hangman and the turnkeys; and all
these that are bringing up the rear are
the first division of the dismissed police,
who are all to be discontinued. Just
as he was speaking a great sound of
music came sweeping on the breeze;
so I looked up, and there were all the
pianos and harps that the publicans
ever bought out of the poor man's
money, ranged on the stillions of their
cellars, drawn by their cocktailed
horses; and next came a wagon loaded
with all the old fiddlers and pipers who
used to play at Donnybrook, going to
play one dirge over the corpse. Sud-
denly the air became impregnated with
sulphur, and the Old Boy himself came
forth, and kissed and hugged the bodies
in the hearse, and then he looked
amazed at the omnibus; but when he
saw the stretcher, he burst out in the
following lamentation: O you, my
got into? A cordial-shop, where I
awoke. Yes, my friends, every cordial-
shop has a private entrance to these
regions; and though I, and the post-
man, and the reporter got free, take
care, would ye all be so fortunate. Oh!
if ye could hear the howling of the
damned, which even in imagination
made my blood rush in icy chillness to
my heart, you would shun the cordial-
shops; for, believe me, they are private
entrances to hell."
The meeting then separated
Charles Jewett, M.D.
Doctor Jewett is one of the great men
in the temperance ranks-a prince
among temperance lecturers. Oft have
I heard him with intense delight; once
at the State convention at Saratoga
Springs. He had talked an hour, and
said, "I must close my address."
am sorry," said a lady just in front of
me; and she was not the only one who
was sorry. The doctor abounds in ar-
gument, in illustration, in wit and
poetry. Intemperance has had по
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mightier opponent; temperance no
abler champion. He has brought out
a new work, "Forty Years' Fight with
the Drink Demon"; an able production,
worthy of the pen of its gifted author.
A few anecdotes concerning Dr. Jewett
I had gathered before that volume came
into existence.
DR. JEWETT, THE CAPTAIN, AND THE
ESQUIRE.
Dr. Jewett had engaged to speak in
the evening at W—, in Massachusetts,
and, having no acquaintances in town,
put up at the hotel. Among those who
visited the bar during the afternoon was
a Captain A-, who kept himself
about half-seas over, and, remaining in
the bar-room, drank about once an
hour, Another was Squire H a
stout man of about fifty, whose manner
indicated that he felt his importance,
and as often as he came for his drink-
and it was pretty frequently during the
afternoon-he cast a look of contempt
upon Captain A- whom he regard-
ed as a miserable drunkard, though he
did not swallow half as much liquor as
himself. Drunk as he was, the captain
noticed the contemptuous look of the
squire, and no doubt resolved to be
even with him when opportunity should
afford; for he felt that he was as good
a man as the squire, although, being a
weaker man, he could not carry off
steadily so much whiskey. Captain
A was a genial, good fellow natu-
rally, a perfect gentleman in his man-
ner, even when tipsy, and a great wit
withal. During the afternoon he form-
ed an acquaintance with Dr. Jewett,
had a long talk with him, and conclud-
ed to accept the doctor's invitation to
attend the lecture. The hall was filled.
Captain A- sat on one of the front
seats, and listened respectfully, though
considerably intoxicated. When the
service had ended, he rose, hat in hand,
and, hardly able to stand steadily with-
out support, spoke as follows:
"Fellow-citizens, the speaker has, in
the conclusion of his interesting (hic)
discourse, made an appeal to the drunk-
ards. Well, it's all right and (hic) rea-
sonable, and I have nothin' to say
against it. Now, I don't know but I'm
the only (hic) drunkard there is in the
room, and I hope I am; but (and with
this he turned partly about, and cast
his eye over the room)-but, Squire
H, where are you?"
|
|
A roar of laughter showed that this
hard hit at the squire was fully appre-
ciated and keenly relished by the au-
dience. Years have since passed, but
the recollection of that evening, the doc-
tor's lecture, and this curious and laugh-
able conclusion have not faded from the
memory of the people of W——
"
"
A BOSTON BREWER IN HIS OWN VAT.
The fire glowed bright beneath the still,
And fiercely boiled the foaming flood,
Destined the drunkard's veins to fill,
To scorch his brain and fire his
blood.
The workmen cheerily plied their tasks,
When in the great distiller came
To inspect the work; and now he asks,
'How boils the flood? How burns
the flame?"
Vexed that the hell-broth cooks so
slow,
He mounts the vat with careless
tread
To stir the mixtures vile below,
But slips, and plunges over head!
Panting and gasping hard for breath,
He struggles with the damning tide,
And would have yielded there to death,
But helping hands were now applied,
Which dragged him from the foaming
vat,
Resembling much a drowned wharf-rat.
Bedaubed with yeasty slime and foam,
Fragrant and dripping as he passed,
This great distiller sought his home-
By sad experience taught at last.
This truth, contained in holy writ:
Who for his neighbor digs a pit,
Will sometimes tumble into it!
DR. JEWETT AND THE LIQUOR-DEALER.
In the year 1838 Dr. Jewett had a
controversy, through the columns of a
Providence, R. I., paper, with a whole-
sale liquor-seller, as to whether the
liquor-trade ought to be regarded as a
legitimate business, and generally as to
its essential character as just, moral, re-
spectable, etc. Those acquainted with
the doctor can readily believe that the
pen-pictures of the nefarious business
which he held up before the Providence
liquor-seller and the public were any-
thing but flattering. In the doctor's
closing article the following lines oc-
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the essential vileness of the business, | And while the group more distant sang,
And shouted forth their haw! haw!
and added,
"I'd sooner black my visage o'er,
And put a shine on boots and shoes,
Than stand within a liquor-store
haw!
This man drew near and thus exclaimed,
My curse upon the license law."
With that he stamped upon the stones
With which were paved the public
way,
And rinse the glasses drunkards use."
We have no evidence that the peru-
sal of the lines profited the venerable
liquor-seller engaged in the controversy,
but it effectually cured a young man | And still spoke on-I caught the tones,
who had but recently engaged in the And thus he said, or seemed to say:
business. He quit it at once, declar-
ing that he never rinsed a glass for a
poor slave of drink afterward but that
last line would instantly sing its way
through his brain—
"
"And rinse the glasses drunkards use.’
It impressed him so strongly with the
essential meanness of the business that
he could not follow it and look his fel-
low-men in the face, and he at once de-
cided to abandon it. So much for the
power of ridicule when the shaft is
skilfully directed.
THE DREAM.
"I dreamt a dream, which was not all a
dream.'
Alas! for the days of our glory are
past,
And the long-dreaded evil has reached
us at last.
We must now our respectable traffic
give o'er,
For
No
our license is out, and we cannot
get more.
more shall the poor, oppressed la-
borers come.
To our shops, to replenish their bottles
with rum.
Oppress'd by tyrannical laws, they may
sigh
And mourn over joys that are past, and
go dry;
But they must not blame ús, for we ve
often declared,
we dared.
At a public meeting, held at the Marl-
boro Chapel, Boston, during the sit-That we would still fill up their jugs if
ting of the Massachusetts Convention,
Dr. Jewett, in the course of some re-
marks, said he would relate a dream,
giving in verse "The Rumseller's and
Rum-drinker's Lamentation."
The labors of the day were past,
And, wearied with its toil and care,
I'd reached my own hearth-side at last,
And threw me in my easy-chair.
There, as I sat and mused upon
The changing state of man's affairs,
My mind was saddened with the gloom
Which every earthly prospect wears.
Sleep stole my senses one by one,
When in his chariot of air
Imagination bore me on,
And dropt me in your Still-House
Square.
The place was gloomy as the grave,
And from a dark and dismal den,
Not distant far, there came forth sounds
As from a group of drunken men ;
And with them curses mingled oft,
And nearer drew the sounds, and
soon
There seemed a man approaching slow,
Seen dimly by the midnight moon.
No,
Is to
they must not blame us; and if
they find their doom
spend all their long, tedious even-
ings at home,
With a rabble of children and a sad,
peevish wife,
Without even one gill of the comfort of
life,
Then from each toper's throat the hot
curses shall pour,
Before which these temperance fanatics
shall cower,
Repent their rash acts, and with hearty
good-will
Give us what we contend for-a license
to kill.
He passed; and next the drunkard
came,
With blood-shot eye and face of flame,
With drivelling mouth, with pimpled
nose,
With crownless hat and tattered clothes,
With trembling hand, with unshod feet,
That sought by turns both sides the
street;
With zigzag step he strode along,
Unmindful of the tittering throng
Of thoughtless fools of various sort
That followed, just to enjoy the sport.
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Sudden he stopped, as he were lost,
And leaning 'gainst a friendly post,
While round him closed the gathering
crowd,
Thus belched his troubles forth aloud:
"Nabers and frinds, and can this be,
And shall we be no longer free?
Say, has the time, long dreaded, come,
When we can't have one drop of rum?
If that's the case, it beats creation,
And I'll up stakes and quit the nation.
Why, sir, if we submit in quiet,
The next they'll rigilate our diet,
And say by law we sha'n't eat carrin
Or flesh of beasts that died of murrin.
'Tis very strange that men should think
To rigilate by law our drink.
In laws like this there is no merit ;
They rouse up our New England sperit.
We'd have folks know that we're born
free;
Our fathers fought for liberty;
And 'fore our nateral rights we'll yield,
We'll shoulder arms and march the field,
Assert our rights, as freemen should,
And battle for the public good.
But not alone shall we go forth;
Our friends will come from South, from
North,
From East, from West, good, sturdy
fellers,
wind. There was already much snow
on the ground, and this driving storm.
drifted in large piles to the side of the
road. Samuel fought his way along,
buffeting the wind and snow, til he
came to the hill at the foot of which he
lived. He was running down this hill
when he saw something red at the side
of the road, and stopped to pick it up.
What was his surprise to find a child
asleep in the snow! He looked again;
it was his little sister Catherine. A
thin red calico shawl was pinned over
her shoulder; her tattered bonnet had
fallen from her head. One little hand
was half raised, as if imploring help;
the other grasped the jug.
"O my sister! my sister is dead!"
exclaimed Samuel. He caught her up,
and ran down the hill, carrying her
benumbed frame in his arms.
It
He reached the house, and fell with
his burden at the door. His mother
came and gave one agonizing shriek.
His father was asleep on the bed; he
felt too sick to move, but not to drink,
and had forced his little girl to go and
procure for him the poison that was
fast sending him to the grave.
snowed but little when she went out,
but the storm had increased in violence,
and her feeble frame was unable to
bear it. Samuel and his mother brought
the child into the house, and, after
Some years ago Doctor Jewett, while rubbing her some time, perceived signs
travelling in the Province of New of life. They then put her into a tub
Brunswick, had his attention directed of cold water, and with returning con-
by a fellow-passenger to a curious signsciousness the sufferings of the poor
over the door of a liquor-shop. A child commenced. She drew her breath
rude painting of a beehive occupied a
portion of it, and the following verse
the remainder:
Led on by BOSTON LIQUOR-SELLERS.”
A CHANGE SUGGESTED.
"Within this hive we're all alive,
Good liquor makes us funny;
As you pass by, step in and try
The flavor of our honey."
The doctor proposed the following
change, substituting for beehive the
picture of a plucked pigeon or a musk-
rat skinned, with the following verse :
"We've liquors here of every kind,
with difficulty, and her groan's and con-
vulsions showed how great was her pain.
They laid her on the side of the bed
with her miserable father, and Samuel
ran for the doctor.
The doctor came and said there was
little to be done. Though the child
recovered for a while, he said she had
not long to live in this world. He did
all he could, and kindly soothed the
little sufferer. A burning fever and de-
lirium came on. The poor child still
thought she was striving to get home.
"Oh! this jug is so heavy," she would
exclaim. "I shall fall down-I cannot
go any further. Mother! Samuel! do
come and help me." Towards morning
she fell into a disturbed sleep; and
One afternoon, as a boy named Samuel when the doctor came, he found her
was returning from school, he was over-easier, but it did not last long. After
taken by a very heavy fall of snow, a few days and nights of pain and dis-
which came on suddenly with a violent tress the little, unfortunate child of a
And sell them cheap, as you shall find:
They'll make you feel quite funny!
Perhaps they'll sprawl you on the floor
If so we'll kick you out the door,
After we've got your money.
THE JUG.
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drunkard went to the home of the blest,
where intemperance never enters and
its evils never are felt.
Judge Rose and His Daughter.
save him. Earnest and persevering
efforts were put forth, prayers were
offered up, and his family left no ave-
nue to his heart unentered. But all
were alike useless and hopeless. His
wife and daughters wept and prayed,
but finally despaired entirely.
Mary, his pet, often labored to save
her father from open disgrace, if not
private sin. She became very sad, and
refused to attend church or enter so-
had sense enough left to perceive the
sorrowful change in his once happy
Mary, and seemed to regret his course
more for her sake than his own.
Judge Rose lived in Bellville, on the
banks of a great river of the West.
Every year he went to Washington,
and his voice was often heard in Con-ciety. When her father was sober, he
gress. Yet, though he was called great,
he was not good, because he was very
fond of drinking wine, brandy, etc., and
frequenting the gambling-rooms so nu-
merous in that city. Those habits
gained upon him daily, until they con-
quered all his moral strength. His
townsmen refused to send him as their
delegate.
Judge Rose had an amiable wife and
three pretty daughters. Mary, the eld-
est, was his especial pet. He thought
more of her than he did of himself, and
no wish of hers was ungratified. She
was of a sweet disposition, and so obe- |
dient and respectful to her parents and
everybody about her that she was be-
loved by everybody. And though her
father's dwelling was most elegant, and
they had beautiful grounds, and ser-
vants, and horses, and carriages, and
fine clothes, she never put on airs, as
many do, but was modest and retiring.
Mr. Rose and his wife and daughters
were all members of a Christian church.
He was often suspended from its fel-
lowship, and on promise of repentance
received again. His influential posi-
tion in society, and the pious confidence
of his wife and daughters, caused much
pity for them, and elicited much pa-
tience. They hoped by love and for-
bearance to restore him wholly. But
all the love of his family and the church
could not stop this erring man in his
downward career.
At last, so low did he fall as to lose
all self-respect, and frequent the lowest
whiskey-shops in town. Daily he went
out unshaven, unwashed, ragged, and
almost naked, and when drunk would
sing some low song, which would draw
around him a crowd of boys to jeer and
laugh, and scorn the once dignified and
respected judge. In personal appear-
ance he was the lowest of the low.
It is not to be supposed that Chris-
tian and temperance men allowed such
a man to ruin himself without efforts to
One morning he started as usual for
the drinking-shop. He was a horrible
object, indecent to look at, as well as
filthy. His wife tried to hold him back,
and get him at least to put on some de-
cent clothing, but he would not yield.
Mary made her appearance by his side,
clothed in rags, low at the neck, bare-
armed and bonnetless, with an old
whiskey-bottle in her hand. Taking
her father's arm, she said:
2
"Come, father, I'm going too."
Going where?" staring at her as if
horror-struck.
"To the dram-shop. What is good
for you is good for me.
Then she began to flourish her bottle
and sing one of the low songs she had
heard him sing in the streets.
"Go back, girl; you are crazy.
Mother, take her in.
"But I am going, father, with you to
ruin both soul and body. It is no use
for me to be good while you are going
on to the bad place. You'll be lonely
there without your Mary."
"Go away, girl; you'll drive me mad."
"But you have been mad a long time,
and I am going mad too."
So Mary pulled away at her father's
arm, and went on to open the gate. He
drew back; she still dragged on, and
sang louder. A few boys began to run
toward them, and then her father broke
from her hold and went in the house.
There he sat down, and putting his face
in his hands wept and sobbed aloud.
Still Mary stayed out.
"What is the matter?" said Mrs.
Rose.
"
Mary is crazy, and I have made her
so. I wish I was dead. Do go and get
her in. I won't go out to-day.'
>>
Mrs. Rose went and told Mary what
her father had said, and then she went
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in and sat down with her bottle in
hand, and all day she kept on her rags.
Mr. Rose was in a terrible state for
want of his accustomed stimulus, and
frequently would go to the door; but
Mary was ready at his side on every
occasion. Mrs. Rose prepared her
meals with extra care, and gave him
cups of good strong coffee, and the
latter part of the day he lay down to
sleep. When he woke up, Mary was still
in her rags, and her bottle by her side.
With much trembling and shaking he
put on a good suit of clothes, and asked
his wife to send for a barber. Then
after tea he said, "I am going out."
"Where?"
"To the Temperance Hall. Go with
me, and see if I don't go there.'
So Mrs. Rose went with him to the
door of the hall, Mary still saying, "I
must follow, for I am afraid he will go
to the whiskey-shop without me."
But his wife saw him go up-stairs and
enter the meeting-room, and the door
closed upon them. Then she and Mary
went home to rejoice with trembling at
the success of the stratagem.
Surprise, joy, and some distrust per-
vaded the minds of the assembly of
temperance brothers when Mr. Rose
walked in, and was invited forward and
asked to speak whatever he wished.
He rose and told the tale of a day,
and added:
"When I saw how my angel daughter
was transformed into a low, filthy vul-
ture, when I knew how much lower she
would have to descend if she went with
me, I abhorred myself. She vowed to
go everywhere I went, and to do every
thing I did. Could I see her do that?
Her loveliness stained, her character
ruined, she pure as an angel! No, sir!
if it kills me, I will leave off, and never
touch, taste, or handle more, from this
night henceforward for ever. And now,
gentlemen, help me to be a man again."
The building vibrated with the cheer-
ing, stamping, and clapping, and a gush
of song rose from those manly hearts
which might have been heard for miles.
Oh! there is joy in heaven over one
sinner that repenteth; and should there
not be joy on earth?
Dr. Johnson and Hannah More.
Mrs. Hannah More asked Dr. Sam-
uel Johnson "why he drank no wine."'
|
He honestly and wisely replied, "Be-
cause if I drink at all I shall drink toc
much. Abstinence is as easy as moder
ation is difficult.".
Just a Thimbleful.
She
Doctor Gregory was an eminent phy-
sician of Scotland, one who set a good
example to his patients; for he had long
abstained from the use of all fermented
liquors. That gentleman was sent for
to visit a lady who was often visited by
singular paroxysms of the nerves. The
doctor enquired if she was accustomed
to take anything at such times.
replied, "Nothing." What, nothing
at all?" Why, sometimes I do just
take a thimbleful of brandy."
doctor immediately took up his hat and
stick, and said, Madam, good-morn-
ing. Give up your brandy, and you will
be well in six weeks; keep to your
brandy, and you will be in your grave
in six months.
"
The
The Juage and the Bar-Tender.
An old friend of the late Judge Fletch-
er, of this city, related to the writer
many years ago the following anec-
dote:
Mr. Fletcher, when a young man,
boarded in the old Exchange Coffee-
House. Without much consideration,
he had fallen in with the drinking fash-
ion of the day, so far as to have a glass
of spirits and water brought to his room
every night, to be taken on going to
bed, as a "night-cap." One night an
unusual press of company prevented
the bar-keeper from carrying up Fletch-
er's usual dram. The esquire didn't
regard it as quite the thing for him to
go to the bar and get his grog; and so
went to bed without his night-cap.'
But to sleep he could not. All night
long he tumbled about for lack of his
accustomed drink. And as he did so,
his active and discriminating mind
worked diligently. The fruit of his re-
flections appeared next morning, when
on getting up, weary and worn by his
hard and restless night, Mr. Fletcher
went directly to the bar-keeper: "Mr.
-, you didn't bring me up any bran-
dy and water last night, and as a con-
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sequence I have slept little or none all
night."
The bar-keeper was very sorry. This
neglect should not occur again. "Not
so," rejoined Mr. Fletcher. "Never
bring me another drop of liquor unless
I order it. If it has come to this, that
I can't sleep without the help of a
tumbler of toddy, it is high time that I
stopped drinking and broke up the
dangerous habit.'
>>
From that day Mr. Fletcher became
a thoroughgoing temperance man.-
Boston Traveller.
King Philip Drunk and King Philip
Sober.
which offended one of his parishioners.
The next morning the vexed man met
him and said: "Well, sir, I told our
folks that the Kettle boiled over yester-
day." "I thought you looked as if you
were scalded," was the prompt reply.
At the close of a temperance lecture
which Mr. Kettle delivered in a school-
house where were several hard drinkers,
one of the latter, as he was going out
the door at the close of the lecture, turn-
ed round and cried out, "Mister, can
you tell me the way to hell?" Yes,"
said the lecturer: " keep right on in
your present course, sir."
For a
The King of Rumsellers.
Alexander Welsh, familiarly known
as "Sandy Welsh," I knew very well.
Sandy was quite a character.
time he was the prince of rumsellers,
but he became a changed man, aban-
doned the misery-making traffic, and be-
came an able champion of the tempe-
rance cause.
A woman requested justice of King
Philip for some alleged injury, and in
detailing her case made statements
which were not pleasing to the king.
Philip, after hearing her arguments, de-
cided the case against her. The woman,
who, it appears, possessed a resolute
The reader will get the
spirit, on hearing the decision, replied
with great calmness, "I appeal!" best idea of him in an account he gave
"How," said Philip, "from your king? of himself in a public meeting in New
To whom then?" "To Philip when York City, held March 22, 1842.
sober," was the spirited reply. The We have here his own portrait, sketch-
conduct of the king on this occasioned and drawn by his own hand :
was worthy of a more virtuous man. He "I am called King of Rumsellers
took the case a second time into con- |(and I suppose I am), in the way of rid-
sideration, repented of his previous in-icule. I stand before you one of an un-
justice, and rendered the woman redress fortunate or fortunate class of reformed
for her grievances.
drunkards. I have been nine months on
the list, and I have had a new life of it.
I never attended a temperance meeting
in all my life. I said it was all a hum-
bug. I was converted in a rum-shop
Kirkham the Grammarian.
where more rum had been sold than in
The multitudes of young people who any place in New York. I was sitting
have studied Kirkham's grammar will there till twelve o'clock at night with
read with sadness the following: Kirk-friends-I call them friends-drinking
ham, the distinguished grammarian, was
found in an old distillery in the last
agonies of delirium tremens. He died
about five minutes after he had been
discovered by the passers-by. How
have the mighty fallen-Ky. Standard.
Rev. Mr. Kettle and the Enquirer.
Mr. Kettle was a preacher in Massa-
chusetts, and he was ever ready to an-
swer a fool according to his folly.
One Sabbath he preached a sermon
friends. I had drunk that day twenty-
five glasses. Few know what is going
on in New York after twelve o'clock at
night, and no man can tell the extent
of his drinking. It is only when a man
drinks twelve glasses that he begins to
get dry. I was asked to drink that
night; but I made up my mind to drink
no more.
But I would not come out
then, for I kept a rumeshop, and had to
ask men to drink rum. But that is poor
business; it will always end in making
the rumseller himself a drunkard.
would not drink, and the drinkers be-
gan to suspect me-that I had been
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among the teetotalers. They do not
love to have a teetotaler among them.
Some have advised me not to go into
the rum-shops. I do not go much; only,
when I see a poor fellow there, I go in
and say,' Come, now, this won't do; come
and sign the pledge.' I don't want to
hurt the rumsellers, but they had better
quit, now the cause is going on. I met
one to-day, and he said last night he had
a ball at his house, and he took only
twenty-seven dollars for liquor, whereas
last year he took ninety; and said, 'If
you want my room for a temperance
room, you may have it for nothing, and
I will light it up. I stuck to my plan.
Two months before I made up my mind
to sign the pledge, and I'll tell you how I
came to. I was invited, among some gen-
tlemen, the governor, corporation, mayor,
and four hundred others, to the opening
of the New York and Erie Railroad.
There is drinking in high places as well
as in low. Some are here to-night who
were along with us-I see you, gentle-
men! Soon after we left the dock I
went to the bar to get some lemonade,
but it was all crowded full. When we
arrived at Goshen, I went out and got
my dinner and two glasses of water.
When I came back to the cars, I saw a
dozen of champagne brought in. I was
asked to partake; I said no. I had not
signed the pledge, but I had made up
my mind not to drink. Soon a second
dozen came and was drunk up, and
then a third, and a fourth, and a fifth,
all drunk by men in high stations, and
some of your old pledged men too.
Then came the result: one hanging his
head out of the window of the car like
a dead calf; another tumbling over on
to his neighbor; then settling all man-
ner of subjects, politics, religion, rail-
roads, all mixed up with hurrahs and
shouting. I then saw what liquor would
do with gentlemen. I made up my mind
to sign the pledge."
Miss Abby Folsom rose and said:
I deny it is law; I testify 'tis love."
"I agree to the testimony," replied
the doctor; "law is but the manifesta-
tion of love-the law of God is the law
of love."
Abraham Lincoln.
Abraham Lincoln, President of the
United States, was a temperance man.
When the committee of the nominat-
ing convention came to him at Spring-
field, Illinois, to inform him of his nom-
ination, some of his neighbors, acquaint-
ed with his temperance habits-his not
being prepared to give a political com-
mittee the usual treat-sent to his
house some bottles of champagne ; but
he said, "It won't do here"; and order-
ed it back where the committee might
be assembled.
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ABRAHAM LINCOLN AND WINE.
When he was elected President and
on his way to Washington to be inau-
gurated, his march was like that of a
triumphant conqueror. He had a grand
reception at Cincinnati, and they pre-
sented him with some wine. Mr.
Lincoln declined, saying: “For thirty
years I have been a temperance man,
and I am too old to change." What a
noble example! How praiseworthy
such conduct!
HIS INAUGURATION.
Mr. Lincoln had been in the habit of
making temperance addresses. After
his inauguration he was asked by a
friend "if he was not overawed in ad-
dressing that immense audience of in-
tellectual men?" Mr. Lincoln replied,
"Not half so much as he had been in
addressing a temperance meeting."
Law and Love
Rev. Edward Beecher was address-
ing an audience in Boston in favor of
applying the law to the rumsellers.
While urging the necessity of stopping
the wholesale dealers, he enquired :
"Does any one ask how this can be
done? I reply, by public sentiment
and by law."
A License no Justification at the
Bar of God.
Yes," once said Rev. Mr. Pierpont,
'you have a license-and that is your
plea. Well, my friend, if that is your
plea, I would adjure you to keep it-
lock it up among your choicest jewels
guard it as the apple of thine eye;
and when you die, and are laid in your
coffin, be sure that this precious docu.
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ment is placed within your cold and
clammy fingers, so that when you are
called upon to confront the souls of
your victims before your God, you may
be ready to file in your plea of justifica-
tion, and boldly to lay down your li-
cense on the bar of the Judge. Yes,
my friend, keep it; you will then want
your license, signed by the commis-
sioners of Hampden, and endorsed by
the selectmen of Springfield."-Eastern
paper.
The Lawyer and His Morning Dram.
A practising lawyer, now one of the
best examples of a wise Christian judge,
many years ago, while busily pursuing
the practice of his profession, contracted
that ugly and unmanageable disease,
"chills and fever," which infests the
swamps and streams of our country.
Various remedies were suggested and
tried, but all to no purpose. At length
his physician, who had no temperance
scruples, advised the regular use of a
morning dram" as the only possible
means of eradicating the disease. His
patient was a man of temperate ha-
bits, but having no iears that he would
be in any danger from the prescription,
immediately procured the necessary in-
gredients for his nice morning dram.
It was well flavored, and for a fort-
night the prescription was strictly at-
tended to. Perhaps it became more
and more palatable every morning, with-
out the patient perceiving it. About
the expiration of that time, one morning
he jumped out of bed, and with most
inordinate haste commenced dressing
as if the house was on fire. No start-
ling cry was, however, heard, and yet it
would have been amusing to have seen
the urgent hurry he manifested in get-
ting on his pants. Quick as thought
his cravat was adjusted, and his comb
and brush were applied in hot haste in
arranging his hair. What," said he,
to himself, "am I in such a hurry
about?" No urgent client demanded
his immediate attention to business, no
cause of alarm disturbed him, and yet,
in spite of the almost total absence of
any claim, he was nearly crazy to get
his clothes on. Immediately he solved
the problem thus: "It is simply to get
the dram. It is about to become my
master. I will not be its slave! and
from this moment I will not touch it.
Happy decision. He quickly passed
out of his room, but said nothing. At
breakfast his thoughtful wife said to
him: "Mr. , you have forgotten
your dram!" "No, madam, I have not,"
said he; " but, wife, did you not observe
my haste to get on my clothes this
morning? I found it was to get the
dram; I saw it was about to master me,
and I have resolved never to touch it."
And he did not. To this day he is a
bright, if not a rare example, of a sober,
wise, and excellent judge.
Little Jane and Her Father.
What are you doing there, Jane?"
Why, pa, I am going to color my
doll's pinafore red."
"But what have you got to dye it
with?"
"Beer."
"Who on earth told you beer would
dye red?”
Why, ma said that it was beer that
made your nose red, and—”
"
Here, Susan, take this child."
The Little Beggar Boy.
How children suffer from the dissipa-
tion of their parents! The Rev. Tho-
mas Guthrie, D.D., relates the following
tale of woe:
'I was returning from a meeting one
night about twelve o'clock, in a fierce
blast of wind and rain. In Prince's
Street a piteous voice and a shivering
boy pressed me to buy a tract. I asked
the child why he was out in such a
night and at such an hour. He had
not got his money; he dared not go
home without it; he would rather sleep
on a stair all night. I thought, as we
passed a lamp, that I had seen him be-
fore. I asked him if he went to church.
Sometimes to Mr. Guthrie's,' was the
reply. On looking again, I now re-
cognized him as one I had occasionally
seen in the Cowgate Chapel. Muffled
up to meet the weather, he did not re-
cognize me. I asked him what his fa-
ther was. 'I have no father, sir; he is
dead.' His mother? 'She is very
poor.' But why keep you out here?'
And then reluctantly the truth came out.
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I knew her well, and had visited her
wretched dwelling. She was a tall,
dark, gaunt, gypsy-looking woman, who,
notwithstanding a cap of which it could
be but premised that it had once been
white, and a gown that it had once been
black, had still some traces of one who
had seen better days. But now she was
a drunkard; sin had turned her into a
monster; and she would have beaten
that poor child within an inch of death,
if he had been short of the money, by
her waste of which she starved him and
fed her own accursed vices."
Since writing the above, we learn by
the Times that the unfortunate Lippard
is dead.
L. B.
I heard young Lippard lecture in the
days of his prime to a crowded and
fashionable auditory. I little dreamed
then of a career so foolish and ruinous.
Lesson after lesson he took in the
school of vice, lower and lower he de-
scended the ladder of infamy, till he
reached the bottom of human wretched-
ness.
The Little End of the Horn.
A tailor in New Jersey was about to
change his business and open a tavern.
His wife was very much opposed to it.
He procured his bar, decanters, rum,
etc., all ready, when he began to think
about a sign. He wanted something
new, and this puzzled him a good deal.
At length he went to his wife and asked
her. "I'll tell you," said she, "what
kind of a sign to get. Have a big horn
painted, and yourself crawling out at
the little end." And sure enough he
did come out at the little end, for he
manufactured himself into a drunkard,
and finally went to ruin.
The Landlord Outwitted.
A quick-witted toper went into a bar-
room and called for something to drink.
George Lippard, the Author.
In an old house in an unfrequented
part of Philadelphia, resides, in almost
a dying condition, what remains of
George Lippard. He has no attendant,
is hypochondriacal, is much emaciated,
and troubled with despondency. Had he
but received one penny a volume for
his published works, and saved the
money, he would now be rich; yet he
may die in that old house alone, where
his life is now fast fading out. He said
in the hearing of a visitor, a few days
since, "Oh! I am afraid I shall be left to
starve. My memory is fast leaving me ;
I am becoming an idiot. I wrote some
yesterday, and then, O horrors! the
pains near my heart! for two hours I
suffered all the agonies of death, and
yet I was alive! If I was only prepar-
ed, it would please me well to have this
thin veil between myself and eternity
drawn aside; and yet I dread that fu-
ture. There is no return. O death!
can I meet you like a man-like a Chris-cents."
tian? 'Tis fearful, dreadful, and yet I
wish it was over; I care not to live
mine has ever been a life of bitterness."
In the sad picture we have here is
seen another evidence of the remorse-
less ruin brought by intemperance.
This is the power that has brought Mr.
Lippard so low. His bad habits led
him into wild extravagances, and in his
frolics he would squander money very
foolishly and recklessly. A friend says
he would call, at times, for a couple of
drinks at a tavern, throw down a dollar,
and walk off without waiting for his
change. How sweet a relief would
some of his wasted money now be to
him! In the name of all such sufferers,
let us have a prohibitory law.
"We don't sell liquor," said the law-
abiding landlord. "We will give you a
glass, and then if you want to buy a
cracker we'll sell it to you for three
"Very well," said the toper,
hand down your decanter."
The "good creature" was handed
down, and our hero took a "stiff horn,"
when, turning round to depart, the un-
suspecting landlord handed him the dish
of crackers, with the remark, "You'll
buy a cracker?"
"Wall, no, I guess not; you sell
them too dear. I can get lots on 'em,
five or six, for a cent elsewhere."
The Lecturer and the Rumseller.
A gentleman was invited into one of
the towns of Massachusetts to lecture
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to the time appointed, general informa- | our apples, our rye, our oats, and our
tion was given to all the inhabitants of barley? Yes, I say, what are we going
the town, and it created considerable to do with our barley, our oats, our rye,
excitement. The friends of temperance and our apples? Yes, Mr. Speaker,
were glad of it, but the rumseller and that's the question to be settled, what
drinkers were exasperated. At length are we going to do with our oats, our
the time for commencing the lecture barley, our apples, and our rye?" He
came,and the house was well filled. Soon became highly excited, and, after repeat-
after the service commenced the door ing the question several times, with
opened, and in came one of the princi- more earnestness than before he, at the
pal tavern-keepers of the town, accom- top of his voice, and giving his hat,
panied by a miserable and squalid which he held in his hand, a twirl
looking individual, beastly intoxicated. through the air, hit his sleeping com-
They marched up the aisle, and took panion across the face, reiterating the
their seats near the pulpit, directly in question for the twentieth time, "What,
front of the lecturer. The speaker pro- say I, are we going to do with our ap-
ceeded in his discourse, portrayed the ples, our rye, our barley, and our oats?"
awful consequences of intemperance, The old fellow who had been asleep
enlarged upon the iniquity of the traffic, awoke from the blow he received, and,
and appealed to the audience to make thinking it came from the lecturer,
every exertion to rout out the monster grumbled out, "Why, fat your hogs
from the land. He grew warm and ani- with them, you old fool!" The au-
mated, and pressed home the truth to dience were convulsed with laughter,
the hearts and consciences of his hearers. and the tavern-keeper rushed from the
During this time, the tavern-keeper sat house chagrined and mortified.-Paw-
mute, but it could be seen by his coun- tucket Gazette.
tenance that he did not relish what was
said. Not so his companion, for when
the speaker said anything that was cut-
ting or severe, he would mutter out,
"It's false," "That's a lie, ""There's no
truth in it," and such kindred expres-
sions, till finally he fell asleep, and
gave good evidence by his snoring that
he was lost to all that was passing
around him.
Very soon the lecture was finished,
when the inn-keeper arose, and said he
wished to say a few words in reply to
the gentleman. He had been an in-
habitant of that town for many years;
had endeavored to get an honest liveli-
hood; had minded his own business;
had never wronged his neighbor that
he knew of; and he could not sit still
and hear such vile and wicked slanders
without endeavoring to counteract them.
If such doctrines as had been propa-
gated by the speaker should become
universal, there would be an end to all
society; he hoped and trusted that the
good sense of his townsmen would not
permit them to be led astray by the de-
lusions of temperance people. The
temperance reform was all a humbug-
it was priestcraft, and all signers to the
pledge were hypocrites. He said he
would close what he had to say by ask
ing one question of the lecturer. Said
he, "Mr.
-, if the teetotal plan suc-
ceeds, what are we going to do with
Little Mary and Her Drunken
Father.
Facts are stranger than fiction. A
temperance lecturer appointed a meet-
ing in a country school-house at a late
hour in the afternoon, but early enough
to accommodate the children of the
school who might wish to be hearers.
Therefore the teacher and children of
the school comprised the principal part
of his audience, for but few of the in-
habitants of the school district attended.
Of course much of the address was
adapted to children. Near the close of
his address, the lecturer took from his
pocket a paper, on which was written
or printed the pledge, and enquired who
of the children would take the pledge,
and see how many subscribers to it
could be obtained among the children
and people of that neighborhood.
little girl whose name was Mary, about
seven years old, daughter of a notorious
drunkard, rose, said she would take the
pledge and get all the subscribers she
could, and thus the meeting closed. In
the evening the father came home intoxi.
cated, and nothing was said to him till
morning, when Mary presented herself
before him with her temperance pledge,
stating how she came by it, and asked
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her father to sign it. He looked at her
maliciously and indignantly, saying,
"Don't come to me with your temper-
ance nonsense," at the same time aim-
ing a full blow on the side of her head
with his flat hand, which laid her pros-
trate on the floor. On seeing her fall,
and rise crying, a heavier blow smote
his conscience for his drunkenness and
cruelty, which resulted in a secret reso-
lution in his own mind that he would
never taste of liquor, that had made him
so cruel to his darling daughter. The
resolution he kept in his bosom. Little
Mary, soothed and comforted by her
mother, went to school with her pledge,
and obtained upon that day the signa-
ture of her teacher, and the whole of the
children that attended the school. On
her return home at evening she showed
her paper to her mother privately; but,
fearing to say anything to her father, she
went around among their neighbors get-
ting many signatures, but for the space
of two weeks said nothing more to her
father, he keeping silent also.
very useful to his fellow-men. After a
lapse of years, the same temperance lec-
turer who gave to little Mary the tem-
perance pledge, visited the family in
their new abode, and became acquainted
with the wonderful history of the little
scrap of paper. Here to his joy he
found that the once drunken father had
not only become temperate, but a pro-
fessed Christian, a member of an Evan-
gelical Church, and the superintendent
of a flourishing Sabbath-school; and his
wife a member also; that Mary, then in
her teens, was a member of the church.
and a teacher in the Sabbath-school ;
all constituting a Christian family of
prayer and devotion to the service and
glory of God, and all useful, promoting
the cause of temperance.
Licensed to Sell.
"Don't, oh! don't sell him any more
drink! Have pity upon us," cried a
poor heart-broken wife to a gin-shop
keeper. “You have got nearly all we
had in the world; my poor husband's
character, health, and reason are near-
ly all gone. For the sake of this poor,
unhappy family, don't let him have any
more liquor." "Get out of my shop,
or I'll turn you out; don't come here
with your noise; I am licensed to sell."
responded the hard-hearted gin-seller.
At length the time came when he
could keep silence no longer. One
morning before school-time he called
Mary to him, and said: Mary, how
many names have you got subscribed
to your temperance pledge?" "I will
show you the paper," said she, running
to her place of deposit, and handing to
him the paper which had cost her a blow
on the head and a heavier blow on her
father's heart which was now coming to
light. The father took the paper, sitting
in his chair, and Mary with anxiety
standing before him looking him full in
the face, while he counted the number The Lawyer and the Vendue Mas-
""
of the names, and when done, looking
pleasantly at her, he said, "Mary, you
have got one hundred and fifty names
signed!" On hearing this, she sprang
on to his lap, threw her arms around
his neck, impressed a kiss upon his
cheek, and earnestly said, "Now, father,
you sign it, and that will make fifty-one.
The appeal, coming from his sweet little
daughter with all her soul in her eyes,
was irresistible. Mary," said the fa-
ther, "I will do it." And immediately
added his name, and explained to his
family the convictions of his mind from
the circumstance of his cruel blow,
which had been providentially overruled
for his conversion to the cause of tem-
perance. He began to live a new life
of temperance, industry, frugality, and
he became a devout Christian and was
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ter.
A respectable lawyer in the neighbor-
hood of Boston was about to sell the
wood which was standing upon a cer-
tain piece of ground. He knew that
ardent spirit is poison, and of course
that it is wicked for men to drink it, or
to furnish it to be drunk by others;
and although it had been the custom,
on such occasions, to furnish it, he told
the vendue master not to furnish any,
but in its stead to furnish nourishing
food. The vendue master consented
to follow his directions; "but," said he,
"I am very sorry; you will lose a great
deal of money. I know how it works;
and you may depend upon it that, after
men have been drinking, the trees look
a great deal larger than they did be.
fore."
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Licensea Taverns a Curse.
At a horse-race in New Jersey there
were drunk $1,500 worth of ardent
spirit and $600 worth of wine; and
during the days devoted to it there was
an amount of idleness wickedness,
blasphemy, and pollution which might
well make the patriot tremble. A
tavern-keeper who had reaped largely
of the spoils remarked that he did not
approve of such things; "but," said he,
it is necessary for us to get up some-
thing of this kind for our support.
The ordinary business of tavern-keep-
ing will not sustain us." Here, then,
we have the truth. Our legislatures.
license tavern-keepers to accommodate
the public. The public do not demand
or support them; and to sustain them-
selves they must get up horse-racing,
gambling, cock-fighting, and every
species of wickedness. Are not licens-
ed houses, then, truly a curse which
ought to be done away with?
The Landlord.
Let me alone," said a tavern-keeper,
"let me alone; I do not sell to drunk-
ards; if I do not sell, some one else
will, and I only sell to support my
family." A year or two made it mani-
fest that his bar had at least one good
customer, and he ended his days a
drunkard and in a prison.
Lord Stanhope and Father Mathew.
losity. The fittest agent was the one
they wished to be employed. If the
Pope or the Captain-General of the Je-
suits would propagate temperance, the
Quakers would rejoice and help him.
Not so every one. Some men are so
conscientious that they could not assist
in making drunkards sober and sane
if it were to be done by means of Pa-
pists; others could not endure it to be
done by infidels; and there are a few
who could bear to have it done by any-
body save and except themselves.
The Right Honorable the Earl Stan-
He is one of the ancient nobility, a true
hope was the President of the Society.
believer in aristocracy, legitimacy, and
supremacy-a thorough, whole-hearted
Tory of the Old School, a High Church-
man, an Orangeman when in Ireland,
a steady speaker and voter against Ca-
tholics, and especially Irish Catholics.
But Lord Stanhope is a good moral
man, well informed, wishes well to all
men, and desires that all men should
be in their senses. He is a hearty tem-
perance man, thorough abstainers him-
self and family, and he desires that every
one else should be. He saw what had
to be done, and he did his part nobly.
He called the Society together, and
told them that it was very important
that Father Mathew should visit Eng-
land while his name and fame were in
the ascendant. He knew there were
many difficulties in the way, but they
must be removed, for it was evident
that Father Mathew could do with the
Catholics what no one else could do ;
and as they had, and must have, a large
Population of Catholics in London and
other large places, it would be worth
When Father Mathew had made the any sacrifice which they would be call-
world hear of his wonderful transforma-ed upon to make to raise them up to
tion of Ireland from a den of whiskey- sobriety. He therefore proposed that
drunkards to a garden of sober men, it the Society should invite Father Mathew
entered into the hearts and heads of the over, and pay all the expenses of his
leaders of the National Temperance So-operations, which should be left to him-
ciety of England to invite him over,
in order that he might try his skill in
making drunkards of his own persuasion
sober, and give an impetus to the temper-
ance movement generally.
This Society was composed of a few
peers of Parliament; some of the most dis-
tinguished churchmen, amongst whom
were the Bishop of London, a few lead-
ing Dissenters, and the rest Quakers.
The last were, as usual in every good
work, first and foremost in action and
in pay-last in ostentation an scrupu-
self, and that they countenance and at-
tend his meetings as much as possible.
Much as I love my church," said he;
"much as I am opposed to Roman Ca-
tholicism in everything, especially its
various orders of clergy, secular and
religious; much as I am opposed to
any Irish papal ecclesiastic having in-
fluence in England, I am opposed to
intemperance more, and shall waive all
my anti-papal feelings for the greater
good of making Catholics sober."
Lord Stanhope put his name to a con-
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tribution list for £100, and undertook
to be present at the first meeting of Fa-
ther Mathew's, and be the first to take
the pledge at his hands.
Father Mathew came. The first meet-
ing was held in Bethnal Green, an im-
mense resort of Irish. The day was
drizzly and the place muddy; but Lord
Stanhope was there. He introduced
Father Mathew to the meeting, and
then, in the presence of some twenty
thousand Irish Catholics, the learned,
lofty, and noble peer of England knelt
down in the mud, took the pledge from
Father Mathew, had his hand laid upon
his head while a prayer was invoked
for his fidelity, and then he received a
medal, which he wore, expressive of the
deed.
The Lost Found.
"Do
you like to carry whiskey home,
my boy?"
"Oh no, sir, for it makes all so un-
happy; but I can't help it."
We took the responsibility of advis-
ing the boy not to fulfil his errand, and
returned home with him. The family,
we found, consisted of husband and
wife and four children-the oldest (the
boy) was not more than ten years of
age, while the youngest was an infant
of a few months old. It was a cold,
blustering day. The north wind blew
harshly, and came, roughly and unbid-
den, through the numberless crevices
of the poor man's hovel. A few black
embers occupied the fireplace, around
which were huddled the half-naked
children and the woe-stricken mother
and wife. Her face was haggard, her
eyes sunken, her hair dishevelled, her
clothes tattered and unclean.
She was
seated upon an old broken chair, and
was mechanically swinging to and fro,
as if endeavoring to quiet her infant,
which moaned pitifully in its mother's
By the side of this woe-smitten mo-
ther kneeled a little girl of five or six
years, down whose sallow cheeks tears
were coursing, and who ever and anon
exclaimed, "Poor little Willie! must
you die?
We had frequently observed a heart-
broken-looking lad pass by with an oil-
can in his hand. His tattered garments
and his melancholy face were well cal-arms.
culated to excite observation and pity.
It was but too evident that the vessel
which he carried had been diverted
from its legitimate use, and that it was
now used not as an oil-can, but as a
whiskey-jug. Having seen him pass
twice in one day with his ever-present
can, we had the curiosity to accost him,
and did so by enquiring his residence.
"I live," said he, "five miles from the
city, on the road."
"You have been to the city once be-
fore to-day, have you not?"
"Yes, sir; I came down in the morn-
ing, but I couldn't get what I was sent
for, and I had to come again.
"What was you sent for, my lad? It
must be something very important to
make it necessary for you to walk
twenty miles in this storm."
"Why, sir, it was whiskey that I was
sent for. Father had no money, and
he sent me to Mr. -'s to get trusted;
but he wouldn't trust any more, so I
had to go home without the whiskey;
but father sent me back again."
"How do you expect to get it now,
when you couldn't get it in the morn-
ing?"
Why, sir, I have brought a pair of
shoes which sister sent mother. Mr.
will give whiskey for them. He
has got two or three pairs of mother's
shoes now."
O mother! must Willie
die?" And then, kissing the clammy
sweat from "little Willie's" brow, cov-
ered her face with her tattered apron,
and wept.
In the opposite corner of the chimney,
and among the ashes which covered the
hearth, sat a boy of about seven years,
dragging from the half-dead embers a
potato, which he broke open with the
remark, Mother, give this to little
Willie. May be he's hungry. I'm hun-
gry, too, and so is sister; but Willie's
sick. Give him this potato, mother.'
No, poor boy," said the mother.
"Willie will never be hungry again.
He will soon be dead."
It had been sick from its birth, and it
was now seemingly struggling to free
itself from the harsh world into which
it had but a few months previously
been ushered. There was no tear in
the eye of the mother, as she gazed
upon the expiring babe. The fountain
had been long before dried up by the
internal fires which alcohol had kindled
and fed. Yet she was the picture of
despair; and we could not but fancy,
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dering back to the happy past-the days
of her own infancy and girlhood, and
her early home. Poor thing! She had
given her affections and her hand to a
man who had taken the first steps in
intemperance. She had left her home,
full of buoyant hopes-hopes never to
be realized-to spend a life of misery
with a sot. Broken hearted, cast out
from the society of her former friends,
frowned upon by the "good society'
humane, spoken of as the miserable
wife of a miserable drunkard, no hand
to help, no heart to pity, she very soon
became a tippler and a drunkard herself.
This remark drew all the children
around the mother and the dying child.
The father was sitting upon what was
intended for a bedstead, without hat,
shoes, or coat, with his hands thrust into
his pockets, apparently indifferent to all
that was passing around him. His head
was resting upon his breast, and his
blurred eyes were fastened upon the
floor, as if he were afraid to look up at
the sorrowing group who were watching
the countenance of the dying infant.
There was a moment of silence. Not
a sound was heard. Even the sobs of
the little girl had ceased. Death was
crossing the hovel's threshold. The
very respiration of the household seemed
suspended, when a slight shivering of
the limbs of the infant, and a shriek
from the half-conscious mother, told
that the vital spark had fled.
For the first time the father moved.
Slowly advancing to where his wife was
seated, with quivering lips he whispered,
"Is Willie dead?"
44
Yes, James, the poor babe is dead!"
was the choking reply of the mother,
who still sat, as at first, gazing upon the
face of her little one.
"I know it, sir," said he. "I have
long known it. I have not always been
what you now see me. Alcohol and my
appetite have brought me to this depth
of degradation."
Why not master that appetite? You
have the power. Thousands have
proved it."
Sir, I believe it. I have seen others,
as far reduced as myself, restored and
made happy; but you are the first who
has ever spoken to me upon the subject,
and I had too strong a passion for liquor
to think of a reformation myself."
Well, will you not now make the
effort?"
"I will. It has occupied my thoughts
during the whole morning; and now, in
the presence of Almighty God, I swear
never again to touch the accursed thing
which has ruined me and made beggars
of my family."
Happy enough to hear this manly
resolution, we returned to the house
with him; in due time we made the
fact known to his wife, and producing
a pledge, the whole family signed it
upon the table which held the body of
their dead child!
The scene was an affecting one. . .
Two years had passed, when the inci-
dent was recalled to our mind by a
shake of the hand from a gentleman
who was returning West with a stock
of dry-goods which he had just pur-
chased in New York. It was the man
who signed the temperance pledge by
the body of the dead child.-Rochester
Democrat.
A Lesson.
Without uttering another word, the Charles Lamb-who has not heard of
long brutalized father left the house," gentle Charles "?—was much addicted
muttering as he went, "My God, how to the wine-cup. Hear his solemn warn-
long?"
ing; heed it, ye who can :
At this moment a kind-hearted lady "The waters have gone over me. But
came in, who had heard but a few mo- out of the black depths, could I be
ments before of the dangerous illness heard, I would cry out to all those who
of the child. She had brought with her have but set a foot in the perilous flood.
some medicine, but her angel visit was Could the youth to whom the flavor of
too late. The gentle spirit of the babe his first wine is delicious as the open-
had fled, and there remained for her but ing scenes of life, or the entering upon
to comfort the living. This she did, some newly-discovered paradise, look
while we followed the father. We re-into my desolation, and be made to un-
lated to him the circumstances which derstand what a dreary thing it is when
had led us to his house, and briefly a man shall feel himself going down a
spoke of the misery which inevitably precipice with open eyes and passive
follows in the wake of intemperance. will to see his destruction, and have
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no power to stop it, and yet feel it all
the way emanating from himself; to see
all goodness emptied out of him, and
yet not be able to forget a time when it
was otherwise; to bear about the pite-
ous spectacle of his own ruin; could he
see my fevered eye, feverish with last
night's drinking, and feverishly looking
for the night's repetition of the folly;
could he but feel the body of the death
out of which I cry hourly, with feebler
outcry, to be delivered-it were enough
to make him dash the sparkling beve-
rage to the earth in all the pride of his
mantling temptation.
"Oh! if a wish could transport me
back to those days of youth, when a
draught from the neat, clear spring
could slake my heat which summer
suns and youthful exercise had power
to stir up in my blood, how gladly
would I turn back to the element, the
drink of my childhood and of child-
like, holy heroism!"
The Lost Babe.
A young man and his wife were pre-
paring to attend a Christmas party at
the house of a friend, some miles dis-
tant.
"
Henry, my dear husband, don't
drink too much at the party to-day
you will promise me, won't you?" said
she, putting her hand upon his brow,
and raising her eyes to his face with
a pleading glance.
No, Millie, I will not; you may
trust me."
And he wrapped his infant boy in a
soft blanket, and they proceeded.
The horses were soon prancing over
the turf, and pleasant conversation bc-
guiled the way.
Now, don't forget your promise,"
whispered the young wife, as she passed
up the steps.
Poor thing! she was the wife of a
man who loved to look upon the wine
when it was red. But his love for his
wife and babe, whom they both idolized,
kept him back, and it was not often
that he joined in the bacchanalian re-
velries.
The party passed off pleasantly, the
time for departing drew near, and the
wife descended from the upper chamber
to join her husband. A pang shot
through the trusting heart as she met
him, for he was intoxicated-he had
broken his promise.
Silently they rode homeward, save
when the drunken man would break
into snatches of song or unmeaning
laughter. But the wife rode on, her
babe pressed closely on her grieved
heart.
"Give me the babe, Millie; I can't
trust you with him," said he, as they ap-
proached a dark and somewhat swollen
stream which they had to ford.
After some hesitation, she resigned
her first-born, her darling babe, closely
wrapped in the great blanket, to his
arms. Over the dark waters the noble
steed safely bore them, and when they
reached the bank the mother asked for
the child.
With much care and tenderness he
placed the bundle in her arms, but when
she clasped it to her bosom no babe
was there! It had slipped from the
blanket, and the drunken father knew
it not.
A wild shriek from the mother arous-
ed him, and he turned just in time to
see the little rosy face rise one moment
above the dark waves, then sink for
ever.
What a spectacle! the idol of his
heart gone-gone for ever, and that, too,
by his own intemperance. The anguish
of the mother and the remorse of the
father are better imagined than de-
scribed.
Looking Out for the Poor-House.
Tom," said a drunkard to his
friend, "where shall I find the poor-
house? I should like to see it." "My
dear friend, continue in your present
course a short time longer, and you
will not need to ask the question," was
the pointed reply.
The Little Boy and His Mother.
A little son of a reformed drunkard,
only about five years old, said, “Mother,
do you know the reason I don't have to
go to bed without my supper, as I used
to?" Why, my child, why is it?" ask-
ed the mother. Why, 'cause father's
joined the temperance society, and
don't get drunk as he used to-I knows
it," was his reply,
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The Last Night's Revel.
"I knew a young man," says the Rev.
Mr. Denton, "(he was my school-fel-
low) who had been reared with great
tenderness by his parents, received a
liberal education, and was introduced
into a respectable profession; but he
gave way to the vile propensities of
corrupt nature, threw off parental as
well as divine restraint, entered the vor-
tex of dissipation, and revelled in in-
iquity; the consequence was, his fine
constitution was soon undermined by
disease, and his extravagance, together
with his insolence, shut his father's
door against him. Having returned on
one occasion from a night's revel, he
called up a neighbor to obtain the ac-
commodation of a bed, which being
granted him, he retired to rest; but in
a few hours afterward he was found
stretched on the bed, a corpse, his
pocket-book lying open by his side,
with these words pencilled on a leaf,
'Have pity upon me, have pity upon
me, O ye my friends! for the hand of
God hath touched me.' Such a scene
Such a scene
needs no comment."
found you drawing a glass of whiskey
for poor Ambo Jams, who has fits, and
who broke a little baby's arm the other
day because she cried when he came
home drunk. And I thought the deyil
came up to the counter, and laid the
end of his long tail on the chair, and
leaned over towards the barrel where
you were stooping to draw it out, and
asked if you wasn't an elder. And I
thought you didn't look up, but said
you was; and then he grinned and
whisked his tail like a cat that has
caught a rat, and says to me, 'That
'ere's the elder for me!' and ran out of
the shop laughing so loudly that I put
my fingers in my ears and woke up."
The elder, conscience-struck, immedi-
ately abandoned his devil-serving busi-
ness, and joined the temperance society.
Leaving Off Gradually.
a
The S. C. Advocate relates an amusing
anecdote which occurred between
couple of Dutchmen, one of whom was
much devoted to "schnapps." His friend
was eloquently persuading him to “jine
der dempranche," and, to obviate the
terrors of coming to pure water "all of a
sudden," suggested the following expe-
dient:
The Literary Man's Request.
One of the first literary men in the
Vell, den, Honnes, I dell you how
United States said to the writer, after you do. You go und puy un parrel vis-
speaking on the subject of temperance, key, und take it home, und put a foshet
"There is one thing which, as you visit in it, und vhenefer you vant un schnap,
different places, I wish you to do every- go und traw it, und shust so much vis-
where; that is, to entreat every mother key ash you traw off of der foshet, shust
never to give a drop of it to a child. I so much vater you pour into der parrel;
have had to fight as for my life all my den you see you haf alvays a full parrel
day's to keep from dying a drunkard, viskey, only, d'rectly afther a vile, it
because I was fed with spirit when a coome veaker und veaker, und at lasht
child. I acquired a taste for it. My you haf noting put un parrel of vater;
brother, poor fellow, died a drunkard.den you vant no more use vor viskey,
I would not have a child of mine take und you jine der dempranche."
a drop of it for anything. Warn every
mother, wherever you go, never to give
a drop of it to a child."-Rev. Dr. Ed-
WARDS.
"
A Little Boy's Dream.
Father," said a little boy to a pious
elder, "I had a funny dream last night."
"Well, Tommy, what was your funny
dream?" "I dreamed the devil came
into your shop." "The devil!" Yes,
father, the devil. I dreamed that he
(
A Lady Converted into a Distillery.
At a large temperance meeting in St.
George's Chapel, after a lucid exposi-
tion of the formation of alcohol and
process of distillation, by Rev. Albert
Barnes, in which he showed that alco-
hol, the principle of intoxication, was
generated in fermentation, and existed,
therefore, in cider, and beer, and wine,
from which it was carried off by heat in
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distillation, it evaporating more readily
than water, Arnold Buffum, Esq., said
he had one remark to make to a lady
who had just refused to sign the pledge,
giving as a reason that she now and
then loved to take a little. "Now,"
said Mr. Buffum, "it has been shown
that when a little wine, or a little beer, or
a little cider is exposed to heat, the alco-
hol is thrown off. This is called distil-
lation. Now, when the lady takes a
little into the warm stomach, the alcohol
is thrown off through the worm of the
still'; up it flies into the brain, and if it
does not blow off the cap, it may play
mischief there not very creditable." He
would barely suggest it, that she might
understand that every time she took a
little she was converted into a distillery.
The Lost Captain.
on deck. We had not rested more than
a few hours ere we were awakened by
the trampling of feet and a confused
noise of voices. I hastened on deck.
The night was cloudy; the seamen were
shouting to each other, and hurrying to
and fro. 'What is the matter?' I en-
quired. 'Where is the captain?' Judge
of my horror and regret when I learned
that he had been set on to drink by the
brandy I had given him, had got intoxi-
cated, and in that shocking state had
fallen overboard! The boat was put
out, and the men rowed about in the
darkness for a considerable time; but,
alas! all was in vain-the poor man
was gone to be seen no more until 'the
sea shall give up its dead.' As may be
expected, sleep forsook our eyelids for
the rest of the night, and the captainless
ship neared the French shore just as
the sun had begun to show its face of
fire in the glowing east. When we drew
near our desired haven, I took the
ship's glass, and began to scan the har-
bor and its neighborhood. I noticed in
particular one neat-looking house near
the landing-place, at the upper window
of which I saw a female, who seemed
to be alternately straining her eyes and
waving a handkerchief in the direction
of our vessel. I said to one of the crew,
Of
Human life is often checkered with
distressing tragedies. An agent of the
emperance cause among the Channel
Islands related the following at a tem-
perance meeting at St. Peter's Port, in
a manner that drew tears from many
eyes: "Several years ago, long before I
had heard of teetotalism, I had occasion
to take a voyage in a sailing vessel from Some female at that house with a white
this port to the coast of France. I was front, near the harbor, seems looking
accompanied by my two daughters. In out for the ship.' The rough French
the expectation that they would be sailor drew the back of his hand across
troubled by sea-sickness, and in con- his glistening eyes, all wet with tears,
formity with the general opinion, we and said in a tone made tremulous with
had provided ourselves with a bottle of emotion, 'Ah! God help her! that's the
the best cognac brandy, to be used as a poor captain's wife, monsieur!'
quieting medicine in the event of ill-necessity my grief was deep and trying;
ness. Of course, I see now the absurd- but until the light of teetotalism broke
ity of believing that a strong stimulant upon my mind, I never saw so clearly
like ardent spirit is fit to be used when as I have done since that my giving
sickness has already overexcited the and offering strong drink to a fellow-
stomach. But to proceed our voyage creature was the moving cause of this
was delayed on account of the wind most real and distressing tragedy."
or other circumstances so much that
night came on soon after we sailed;
and we made preparations for retiring
to our berths, with a view of passing, Rev. John Marsh and his Ordination,
if possible, several hours in the enjoy-.
ment of repose. Prior to our retire- When the Rev. John Marsh was or-
ment for the night, we each took a small | dained, a very amusing circumstance
glassful of brandy; and as the captain occurred showing the habits among the
of the vessel, a Frenchman, happened clergy at that time in regard to drink-
to be below just then, he was asked to ing. They returned from the services
have a little of our brandy. He tossed of the sanctuary in Haddam, Conn., to a
off a draught of the liquor with evident public-house, on a very cold day in
relish, smacked his lips after drinking, | December. The council, composed of
and, bidding us adieu for the night, went some thirty ministers and delegates,
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A
were ushered into a large tavern-cham- ease with which he was afflicted.
ber, where was a bright fire on the one young convert refused to take from him
side, and on the other a table filled with the sacramental elements at the Lord's
all the materials for warming the sto- table; on enquiry, after communion,
mach and preparing for the repast that for the reason, the convert said he could
would soon be in readiness. Among not take bread from the hands of one
the ministers was one who had aban- | who drank brandy. The deacon went
doned the use of strong drink. His home distressed, and said to his wife :
name was Rev. Calvin Chapin, of "Live or die, I will become an abstain-
Wethersfield. As the Rev. Mr. K
er." In a few weeks he went to his
minister and with a radiant countenance
said that his complaint had left him,
and he was satisfied it was brandy that
had caused it.—Autobiography.
REV. JOHN MARSH AND THE REVIVALIST;
OR, TEMPERANCE PREVENTING REVI-
VALS.
of Killingworth, was with twenty others
mixing his tumbler of good things, Mr.
Chapin said: "Brother K- what are
you going to do with that stuff?"
"Stuff!" said Mr. K-
"It is not
stuff; it is good brandy."
"Well! what
are you going to do with it?" "Do
with it? Why, what do you suppose?
Drink it, to be sure." Well," asked One of Rev. John Marsh's members
Mr. Chapin," what are you going to do was so devoted to revivals that tempe-
then ?" "Do! why, walk about, I sup-rance meetings and temperance sermons
pose." "But suppose," said Mr. Chapin, greatly annoyed him. He considered
you cannot.
There has been many a them the work of the devil to put a stop
man who, after drinking that, could not to revivals. His minister labored with
walk at all, and I doubt whether, if you him, but all in vain. He absented him-
drink it, you can walk a crack. I will self from prayer-meeting, because he
challenge you to do it." Mr. K could not unite in prayer for the suc-
still stirring his liquor, though un- cess of the temperance cause; and from
willing to be an object of ridicule the communion table, for the tempe-
to all present, said: "Well! I believe I rance brethren could not fellowship him.
shall try it." "You had better not," His pastor made him a special visit,
said Mr. Chapin. "You had better come talking, reasoning, and pleading with
and throw it in the fire or out of the him, and finally said to him: "Have
window. If
If you want to get warm, take you ever made this the subject of
a coal into your mouth, but don't take prayer?" No," said he, "and I won't."
that, and have it said, as it may be, that Then," said his pastor, "brother, you
Rev. Mr. K—— went to ordination and are wrong; for if there is any subject
could not get home." At length one on which you are unwilling to ask
of the fathers, provoked beyond mea- counsel of God, there you are wrong,
sure by this universal stop put to the Conscience condemns you, and you feel
drinking custom, said with a loud voice, or fear that God will condemn you."
"Mr. Chapin, do you let Brother K-- He saw it, and promised he would
alone, and let him have his drink; you carry the case to God. The next time
are a real pest, a genuine blackguard." his minister saw him his face was shin-
And here ended the matter. But that ing and he said: "It is all over. The mo-
was the last ordination in that district ment I was on my knees, I saw you
or county at which liquor was provided. | were right and I was wrong. I could
The Rev. Mr. K afterwards became not pray that the temperance cause
one of the most zealous and determin- might not prevail." From that time he
ed advocates of temperance, and for his became a teetotaler and one of the best
opposition to the rum interest was temperance advocates.
driven from his parish.—Autobiography
of Rev. John Marsh, pp. 14, 15.
REV. JOHN MARSH AGAINST THE DEACON
AND HIS DISEASE.
A deacon of Rev. John Marsh's
church was exceedingly tried at the early
temperance movement. He believed
that a daily use of ardent spirits was
essential to check the progress of a dis-
"
PUTNAM AND THE WOLF.
Rev. John Marsh when he wrote his
No man ever made a happier hit than
address of "Putnam and the Wolf." It
was a splendid conception. It was an
ingenious production. He gives a sin-
gular account concerning its origin.
He was invited to deliver an address
before the Windham County Tempe-
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He
rumseller of the lowest caste. They
were related at a meeting in Boston,
held for the benefit of the Seaman's
Home, a temperance boarding-house
that has been provided for the accom-
modation of seamen. A landlord of
the common stamp persuaded a sailor,
when in a state of intoxication, to enlist
on board one of our ships of war, and
put three months wages, which were
advanced, into his own pocket. He
then induced him to desert, and kept
him secreted till a new berth offered,
when he again got him to enlist, and
again to desert. The same thing was
done a third time, under the influence
of the same maddening poison-the
hardened brute in shape of a landlord
rance Society at Pomfret, Conn.
concluded he could not go. One day,
in rising from dinner, he burst in-
to loud laughter. His wife enquired
what it was that so amused him?" He
answered, "I am going to Pomfret.
Why!" said she, "I thought you had
given it up; pray what has changed
your mind?" He replied, "That is the
place where Putnam killed the wolf,
and I will make a temperance address
out of that-Putnam and the wolf, the
wolf devouring the sheep, and the peo-
ple out upon the hunt." He ran up to
his study, found in a school-book Gen.
Humphrey's story of the hunt, and be-
fore he went to bed, which was past
midnight, he had finished his address,
and was greatly amused and exhilarat-taking care in every instance to secure
ed at the wonderful adaptation of the af-
fair to the subject.
the advance pay, putting in all five
months pay into his pocket.
into his pocket. At length
the sailor became sober, and under-
standing how he had been treated, de-
termined for the future to keep clear
of the influence of the landlord. Find-
ing that no more could be made of him,
in that way, he reported him as a
deserter, pocketing the reward paid in
such cases, leaving the poor fellow to
reap the consequence of the offences,
which he himself had induced him to
commit.
The day for the meeting arrived. The
large meeting-house in Pomfret was
full. Venerable men well conversant
with the story sat around the pulpit.
The den of the wolf was not far off, and
descendants of the hero were near by.
Commencing with an account of that
marvellous affair, and bringing it to
bear upon the present hunt after an
enemy among us, devouring, not sheep,
but men, and having among us his
apologists by scores, no small emotion
was excited. The old men first looked
up and smiled, and then put their heads
between their hands and knees to re- The Eloquent Congressman, the Hon.
press, their laughter, while the active
combatants in the field felt they had a
new weapon in their hands against the
rumseller and the distiller, which would
hew its way and bring great results.
When he had finished, there was a
rush for a copy for the press. He told
them they might have it if they would
go to Hartford, and get from an engraver
a picture of Putnam dragging the wolf
from the den. They did so at once.
An enterprising bookseller undertook
the publication, and in a short time dis-
posed of one hundred and fifty thousand
copies.
The Mercenary Landlord and the
Sailor.
There is no other business so directly
calculated to convert the whole heart and
soul into adamant as rumselling. As
an illustration, take the following facts
respecting a sailor landlord, that is, a
Thomas F. Marshall.
BY REV. J. B. WAKELEY, D.D.
"Some there are
Who on the tip of their persuasive tongue
Carry all arguments and questions deep;
And replication prompt, and reason strong,
To make the weeper smile, the laugher weep.
They have the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passions in their craft of will;
That in the general bosom they do reign,
Of young and old, and either sex enchain."
Shakspere.
Poetry and eloquence are the highest
gifts heaven has ever bestowed upon
man. There is nothing on earth men
prize higher than eloquence; nothing
they more earnestly aspire to. We won-
der not, for it is the passport to wealth,
honor, and renown.
There have been many orators in Con-
gress who have made our legislative
halls ring with their eloquence. Their
names are written high on the pillar of
immortality.
One of the most highly-gifted, silver-
tongued men ever in the Congress of
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109
the United States was the Hon. Thomas | Medical College, and there, in the pre-
F. Marshall, from Kentucky.
Kentucky. He was sence of multitudes, he publicly signed
nephew of that eminent jurist, the late the pledge of total abstinence from
Chief-Justice John Marshall.
everything that could intoxicate.
Young Marshall had a tall and noble
form, a brilliant intellect, a superior
education, a powerful memory, great lo-
gical powers, a vivid imagination, a mu-
sical voice-all the qualities that unite
in forming the finished and successful
orator.
It is sad to think of the splendid in-
tellects in Congress as well as else-
where alcohol has beclouded, and the
eloquent tongues it has silenced for
ever. The eloquent Marshall must be
added to that fearful list. How true
that "with the talents of an angel a man
may be a fool"! Distinguished as he
was for bright genius, sparkling wit,
and overpowering eloquence, he was a
drunkard, and was going on with rail-
road speed to ruin. It was enough to
make an angel weep to behold the pros-
titution of such talents, the wreck of
such an intellect, the palsying of such a
tongue, the blighting of such hopes, and
the ruin of such prospects.
MARSHALL ALARMED.
Mr. Marshall began to feel the " ser-
pent-bite" and the "adder-sting" of in-
temperance, and he was alarmed. He
was horror-struck at his own picture.
Dr. Thomas Sewell said, "I was pre-
sent and saw Mr. Marshall sign the
pledge, after which he made a most
touching speech. Several other mem-
bers of Congress followed his example.
| Mr. Marshall's step has astonished Con-
gress. There is no man that compares
with him in debate."
The National Intelligencer spoke of it
the next morning as one of the most in-
teresting meetings that had ever taken
place in Washington City.
MR. MARSHALL AND THE CONGRESSIONAL
TEMPERANCE SOCIETY.
This society was reorganized February
9, 1842, and the Hon. George Briggs
was the president. A meeting was
held in the hall of the House of Repre-
sentatives the 25th of February. The
hall was crowded by those who expect-
ed a speech from Mr. Marshall, who
was admitted to be the most eloquent
man in Congress. They were not dis-
appointed; for after a number of ad-
dresses had been made, Mr. Marshall
spoke for over an hour with unparal-
leled eloquence. He concluded his
address thus: "Sir, the pledge I have
taken renders me secure for ever from a
He had been drinking freely, and he fate inevitably following habits like
entered the House of Representatives mine-a fate more terrible than death.
|
the 7th of January, 1842, nervously ex- That pledge, though confined to myself
cited to a degree that frightened him, alone, and with reference only to its
while at the same time he had a raging effects on me, my mind, my heart, my
and almost uncontrollable thirst for body, I would not exchange for all
strong drink. He had been nursing a earth holds of brightest and of best.
giant that had been growing stronger No, no, sir; let the banner of the tem-
and stronger, who now cried, Give, perance cause go forward or backward,
give, give," and whose voice would be let the world be rescued from the de-
heard. He called for the Hon. George grading and ruinous bondage of alcohol
Briggs, of Massachusetts, to bring him or not, I for one shall never, never re-
the pledge of total abstinence. Mr. pent what I have done; I have often said
Briggs did so, and Mr. Marshall then this, and I feel it every moment of my
and there signed it.
existence, waking or sleeping. Sir, I
would not exchange the physical sensa-
tions, the mere sense of animal being,
which belongs to a man who totally re-
frains from all that can intoxicate his
brain, or derange his nervous structure
"
MARSHALL PUBLICLY SIGNS THE PLEDGE.
Mr. Marshall was not satisfied with
privately signing the pledge, but felt
that something more was necessary.
He said to Mr. Briggs, "I must go to
the temperance meeting and make a
public confession, and place myself bc-
yond the power of temptation, and you
must accompany me there."
Mr. Briggs and others did so. The
temperance meeting was held in the
the elasticity with which he bounds
from his couch in the morning, the
sweet repose it yields him at night-
the feeling with which he drinks in,
through his clear eyes, the beauty and
grandeur of surrounding nature-I say,
sir, I would not exchange my conscious
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out the elite of the city. Mr. Briggs did
not arrive; no matter, for Mr. Marshall
was there. His address was enough to
have immortalized any man. Such
smiles of beauty, such waving of hand-
kerchiefs, I never beheld, and such
thrills of applause I have seldom heard.
He was perfect master of the situation,
the "observed of all observers." The
only thing I heard from him that even-
ing which I considered ill-timed was
the caution he gave as he pointed with
his long finger and said with emphasis,
gion, keep it separate from religion!"
Then I trembled for the temperance
ark. If he meant to keep it separate
from sectarianism, I would have said
being as a strictly temperance man-
the sense of renovated youth-the glad
play with which my pulses beat health-
ful music, the bounding vivacity with
which the life-blood courses its exult-
ing way through every fibre of my frame
-the communion high which my health-
ful eye and ear now holds with all the
gorgeous universe of God-the splen-
dors of the morning, the softness of the
evening sky-the waters, with all the
grand association of external nature,
reopened to the first avenues of sense;
no, sir, though poverty dogged me-"Keep temperance separate from reli-
though scorn pointed its slow fingers at
me, as I passed-though want and des-
titution and every element of earthly
misery, save only crime, met my waking
eye from day to day, not for the bright-
est and noblest wreath that ever encir-
cled a statesman's brow-not if some an-
gel commissioned from heaven, or some
demon rather sent fresh from hell, to
test the resisting strength of virtuous
resolution, should tempt me, both with
all the wealth and all the honors which
a world can bestow, not for all that time
or earth can give would I cast from me
this precious pledge of a liberated mind,
this talisman against temptation, and
plunge again into the dangers that once
beset my path. So help me heaven, sir,
I would spurn beneath my feet all the
gifts the universe could offer, and live
and die as I am, poor but sober."
This eloquent address, where the sen-
tences were like chain lightning, not
only thrilled and captivated the audi-
ence who listened to it with breathless
attention, but it went all over the coun-
try like electricity.
It would have been well for the author
if he had never forgotten it. The recol-
lection of it would have prevented his
falling like Lucifer, son of the morn-
ing.
Amen," keep them as wide apart as
the poles, and never let them come any
nearer together. But not to keep it
separate from religion, "For except the
Lord build the house, they labor in
vain that build it. Except the Lord
keep the city, the watchman waketh
in vain."
"Except the Lord conduct the plan,
The best concerted schemes are vain,
And never can succeed."
We should neither separate tempe-
rance from religion nor substitute it for
religion. Separating it from religion was
the rock on which the eloquent Mar-
shall was wrecked, and not so much as
a plank of hope upon which he might
escape. And this has been the case
with multitudes. Who have kept their
pledge best? those who have separated
it from religion, or they who have blend-
ed it with it? The records of heaven
and earth would answer those who have
united temperance with religion!
MARSHALL AT THE GREENE STREET M. E.
CHURCH.
Mr. Marshall and Briggs made their
appearance the next evening in the no-
MR. MARSHALL AND THE AMERICAN TEM- ble church named above. It was the
PERANCE UNION.
The sixth anniversary of this society
was held in the Broadway Tabernacle,
New York, in May, 1842. The Hon.
Theodore Frelinghuysen presided. Gov
ernor George F. Briggs and the Hon.
Thomas F. Marshall were the speakers
announced. Multitudes of times have
I attended mass meetings in the Broad-
way Tabernacle, but I do not remem-
ber ever seeing such an array of beauty
and fashion as on that evening. The
fame of Marshall's eloquence brought
first in New York to open its doors for
the Washingtonians from Baltimore,
when thrilling scenes transpired and
the temperance cause received a mighty
impetus.
The venerable Heman Bangs was
the pastor, and in the opening prayer
he began with this sentence: "Lord,
our good is all divine." Governor
Briggs and Marshall both delivered ap-
propriate and thrilling addresses. Mr.
Marshall alluded to the evening before,
when he was in the Broadway Taber-
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MR. MARSHALL AND JAMES WATSON WEBB.
nacle, and said, "In that great fashiona- | fare! How much there is in that cau-
ble assembly I did not feel as much at tion: "Do thyself no harm.”
home as I do this evening. I missed
my true yoke-fellow, Governor Briggs,
whom I rejoice to see here to-night;
again, there was no mercy-seat to which
the sinner could approach, but I rejoice
to find the pledge here this evening,
and therefore I feel more at home." He
was full of wit and humor as well as
eloquence, and he greatly delighted the
audience.
MARSHALL AND THE MOTHER.
There is no name like mother, there
is no love like a mother's, there is no
voice like a mother's, there is no eye
like a mother's, there is no hand like a
mother's, there is no heart like a mo-
ther's.
In June, 1842, Mr. Marshall, who had
gathered such laurels in Washington
and New York, whose name was upon
every tongue, and whose fame was
trumpeted all over the land, fought a
duel with James Watson Webb-was
wounded in the leg; but his reputation
received a far greater wound; for his
temperance laurels all withered, his
temperance hopes were all blasted,
his temperance pledges all broken,
his temperance vows all forgotten. It is
sad to contemplate a fall from such a
lofty height, a fall so sudden, so terrible,
so ruinous !
MARSHALL AND TOBACCO.
Hugging this idol to his bosom
might have had something to do with
his terrible downfall; it might have ac-
celerated his ruin. It might have woke
ulants. When in New York, his tempe-
rance friends felt alarmed when they
saw the large quantities of tobacco he
used, and they remonstrated with him ;
he said, "It was for him life, and how
could he give it up. And still he knew
Mr. Marshall was successful in “pluck-
ing a brand from the burning"; in res-
cuing from destruction a noble son who
had become dissipated, and was break-
ing the heart of his mother; whose
hopes had been blasted, and whose ex-up an appetite for other kinds of stim-
pectations had been cut off. Through
the efforts of Mr. Marshall the son was
reformed, and he returned him to his
mother sober, clothed, and in his right
mind. Her joy was inexpressible, she
pressed him to her bosom, she bap-
tized him with her tears, she caressed he ought to." A gentleman said to
him with her kisses, and Mr. Marshall |
received the thanks of the mother for
saving her son in just such language
as only a grateful mother could use.
He thus replied to her, and it does
honor both to his head and heart: "I
too have a mother, and if she knew a
man through whom I have been pluck-
ed as a brand from the burning, how
would her prayer go up for him to the
throne of God day and night. And she
does offer up her blessings to the Most
High. She writes in her letters to me
that she considers my reformation as
through the direct agency of God him-
self; and her voice is raised in contin-
ual thanksgiving and praise to the Fa-
ther of Mercies. Oh! to be instrumen-
tal in doing just such good to others, I
do believe I would quit Congress, the
bar, and everything else, and turn cir-
cuit-rider and preach through the coun-
try." This letter has the true ring! What
a pity he forgot his aged mother, around
whom the shadows of the evening were What a mighty change! How striking
gathering, and that he forgot his obliga- a contrast! I could scarcely believe
tions to the temperance cause; and es- my own eyes. Eighteen years rolled
pecially that he forgot his own wel-away and I met, in Main Street, Pough-
him, “Mr. Marshall, why don't you give
up this extravagant use of tobacco?"
"I will," replied Mr. Marshall, "if you
will give up your wine." But this he
could not do. Oh! the power of appe-
tite! In what chains it binds us! To
preserve ourselves we should sacrifice
our last idol. "Canst thou draw out
| leviathan with a hook?"
THE CONTRAST.
How rapidly a man can go to ruin!
How intemperance will turn plenty
into want, honor into disgrace, hope
into despair, paradise into a hell !
Well I remember Marshall in 1842.
His tall and noble form, his intelligent
face, his manly brow, his brilliant eye,
his silvery voice, his eloquent words-
how he charmed listening thousands who
hung in wonder upon the sentences of
beauty, pathos, and power that fell from
his lips, as he thrilled, captivated, and
carried away his audiences !
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blest tribute I ever heard paid to him.
He represented Washington climbing a
steep and lofty mountain, where on the
top of it there was just room for him-
self to stand-and there he stood, where
the nations of the earth could behold
him alone in his glory, the admiration
of the world.
keepsie, a ragged, filthy, miserably-clad, | Father of his Country. It was the no-
houseless vagabond. He was as dirty
as he could possibly be. He was an
object of pity and disgust at the same
time. Who can it be? The Hon. Tho-
mas F. Marshall; but oh! how fallen.
I felt like weeping over such a wreck of
humanity. I had never seen one who
stood so high fall so low. If a man is
bent on ruin all earth cannot rescue him, It was but a short time before the war,
or the sympathy of all heaven save him. and he alluded in his oration, to the
How terrible those words of the youth-threats that had been made about divid-
ful Scottish bard: "Ye knew your duty, ing the Union.
and ye did it not."
I conversed with Mr. Marshall about
by-gone days and scenes, and those
brilliant temperance meetings where he
held forth in New York city in 1842.
He remembered them too well, and
sighed as he recalled them, and con-
trasted those bright days with the pre-
sent dark ones.
When it was found out that he was in
the city in such a sad condition, much
sympathy was felt for him, and an effort
was made to save him. They cleaned'
him up, and new linen and clean clothes
were procured for him. This made a
wonderful change in his appearance.
H. G. Eastman, Esq., tried to rescue him.
He had heard Mr. Marshall deliver
lectures on ancient history before his
school. They were very able, and Mr.
Marshall was as familiar with the sub-
ject as he was with the alphabet.
Some one procured Mr. Marshall's
temperance address which he delivered
in Washington, and he read it at a pub-
lic meeting.
FOURTH OF JULY ORATION.
The Anniversary of our National Inde-
pendence was celebrated at Pough
keepsie July 4, 1860, and Mr. Marshall
had so far reformed that he was invited
to be the "orator of the day," and to de- |
liver the oration. I have heard many
orators, but none that ever transcended
Marshall. Richard was
himself
again."
"
"If we divide the Union," said he,
"how shall we divide the Declaration
of Independence"? How shall we divide
the Mississippi? How shall we divide
our national songs? How shall we
divide 'The Star-Spangled Banner'?
How shall we divide Hail Columbia?'
How shall we divide our national
tunes? What shall we do with Yankee
Doodle'? I don't know," said he,
"unless we at the north keep the
Yankee' and give the south the
Doodle.'"
At the conclusion of the brilliant ora-
tion, which made a fine impression on a
large audience, Mr. Lossing expressed
to me his high admiration of it. He
said, "it was so different from ordinary
Fourth of July orations, there was no-
thing of the spread-eagle about it.'
I shook hands with Mr. Marshall and
bade him good morning. It was the
last I ever saw of him. He went on South
and soon after died. The next I heard
of him he filled a drunkard's grave.
His fall was terrible. With such talents
consecrated to temperance, humanity,
and religion, what might he not have
accomplished? How he might have
written his name where it would have
been read by succeeding generations,
and multitudes have risen up and call-
ed him blessed! What a warning
against intemperance and breaking the
pledge! Genius, eloquence, humanity,
and religion weep over the grave of
Thomas F. Marshall.
A Mistake.
Benson J. Lossing, Esq., the noble
patriot and distinguished historian, read
the Declaration of Independence, after
which I was called upon to offer the
prayer. Then came the magnificent
oration, which was indeed a "feast of Old Dick Baldwin stoutly maintained
reason and a flow of soul." It was a that no man ever died of drinking.
masterly production, delivered without "Some puny things," he said, "have
any notes. He not only paid a splen- died of learning to drink, but no man
did tribute to the signers of the De-ever died of drinking." Now Baldwin
claration, but also to Washington, the was no mean authority; for he spoke
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113.
from great practical experience, and
was, moreover, many years treasurer of
St. Bartholomew's Hospital.
Old Dick Baldwin made a grand
mistake, as death-beds and grave-yards
will testify. Hundreds of thousands
have died of drinking, and fill the most
loathsome and disgraceful of all graves
-that of a drunkard.
The Mock Funeral.
A number of young students assem-
bled for a convivial purpose drank to
such excess that one of them was car-
ried senseless to bed. The rest, heated
with wine, and bent upon mischief,
took him out of bed and treated him as
a corpse; carried him about, singing
over him a funeral hymn; but their con-
sternation was inexpressible when they
perceived him quite motionless, and
on closer examination found that he
was really dead.-Evangelical Magazine.
The Monkey and the Liquor.
Mr. Pollard, the reformed Washing-
tonian, says that in his drinking days
he was the companion of a man in Anne
Arundel County, Maryland, who had a
monkey which was valued at a thousand
dollars. We always took him out on
our chestnut parties. He shook off all
our chestnuts for us, and when he could
not shake them off he went to the very
end of the limb and knocked them off
with his fist. One day we stopped at a
tavern and drank freely. About half a
glass was left, and Jack took the glass
and drank the liquor. Soon he was
merry, skipped, hopped, and danced,
and set us all into a roar of laughter.
Jack was drunk. We all agreed, six of
us, that we would come to the tavern
the next day, and get Jack drunk again,
and have sport all the day. I called at
my friend's house next morning, and
we went out for Jack. Instead of being
as usual on his box, he was not to be
seen. We looked inside, and he was
was sick and could not go; so we wait-
ed three days. We then went; and
while drinking, a glass was provided
for Jack. But where was he? Skulk-
ing behind the chairs. Come, Jack,
and drink," said his master, holding
out the glass to him. Jack retreated,
and as the door was opened he slipped
out, and in a moment was on the top
of the house. His master went out to
call him down; but he would not
come. He got a cow-skin and shook
it at him; but Jack sat on the ridge-
pole, and refused to obey. His master
got a gun and pointed it at him. A
monkey is much afraid of a gun. Jack
slipped over the back side of the house.
His master then got two guns, and had
one pointed from each side of the
house; and the monkey, seeing his pre-
dicament, at once whipped upon the
chimney, and got down into one of the
flues, holding on by his forepaws.
Thus the master was beaten. He kept
that monkey twelve years, but could
never persuade him to taste another
drop of whiskey. The beast had more
sense than many a man who has an
immortal soul, and thinks himself the
first and best of God's creatures on
earth."
The Magistrate and the Victim.
of others was shortly after visited by
A man who had displeased a number
them and beaten till he was left for
dead. He, however, recovered; and
the magistrate, who came to take his
deposition, asked him, "Did you know
they drunk?”
any of the party ?" “No, sir. "Were
"No; they were able
to do their business." "Had they drank
anything?" "Well, I wonder," said
he, "that your honor, a gentleman_of
your knowledge, should ask such a
they would come without preparing
simple question; sure you do not think
themselves; I'll engage they had taken
two or three glasses of whiskey to a
man.'
"
Clay.
crouched up in a corner. "Come out," Matthew Newkirk, Esq., and Henry
said his master. Jack came out on
three legs, his forepaw being on his
head. Jack had headache; I knew
what was the matter with him. He felt
just as I felt many a morning. Jack
For many years he was president of
the Pennsylvania State Temperance So-
ciety, and to his dying day he loved
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the good cause "with all his heart, and | come under a written engagement that
mind, and strength." He numbered he would not drink except moderately,
the celebrated Henry Clay among his in his own house or that of a friend. In
most intimate friends. Thirty years a few days he was brought home in a
ago Mr. Clay came to visit Mr. New-state of intoxication. His apology to a
kirk, and spent several days with him. gentleman a short time afterwards was,
His entertainer invited a large com- that had the engagement allowed no
pany of the leading lawyers and bank- intoxicating liquor whatever he was
ers, and merchants of the city, to spend | safe, "but if," said he, "I take a thim-
an evening with old " Harry of the ble half full, I have no power over my-
West." A splendid supper was pro- self at all." He gave it afterwards a
vided by Mr. Newkirk for his distin- terrible letting alone, and was strong
guished guests. All the luxuries of and well, a living epistle of temperance.
the market and the confectioner were
on his bountiful table; but not one
drop of brandy!
Instead of intoxicating poisons, Mr.
Newkirk provided plenty of coffee, and
lemonade, and Fairmount water. There
was a great deal of cracking jokes that
evening among the aristocracy about
the "cold water party," and some took
up their coffee and tea, and drank each
other's "good health" with great gusto.
The next morning, when Mr. Newkirk |
went down-town, his friends met him,
and said, "Well, Newkirk, we have
not got up so bright, and felt so well
after a party, in many a year. No head-
aches this morning! We believe in
cold water frolics; they don't leave any
bills to pay next morning."
The total abstinence entertainment to
Henry Clay was quite the town talk in
Philadelphia, and it produced a very
happy influence.
Moderation.
The most confirmed drunkard we
ever knew was an old man in the land
of " pumpkins," who possessed the
greatest possible abhorrence for intem-
perance. Having drank nine mugs of
cider at a neighbor's house one even-
ing, he concluded to leave off by taking
another. “I believe, neighbor," said
he, "that I'll take another glass of your
cider. I love good cider as well as any
body, but as for swilling it down as
some people do, I never could."
Moderately.
An amiable gentleman, who possess-
ed many admirable qualities, had con-
tracted confirmed habits of intempe-
rance. His friends persuaded him to
The Merciless Rumseller.
Falling in, a day or two since, with
one of the city police, he related an in-
cident which had a perceptible effect in
quickening our pulses. He had just
come from the jail, where he saw a poor
woman paying the fine for which her
husband stood committed. As she laid
down the money for which she had
sweat in exhausting toil, she said: "It
is not my husband who has wrung this
money out of my poor hands; no, it is
the rumseller! I went to him in tears,
and begged him not to let my husband
have rum. But he told me to 'clear
out, for he would sell it to any man as
long as he could pay for it!'"
Talk of moral suasion in connection
with such creatures! As well might
you recommend nutmegs to a swine, or
discourse to a wolf about pitying the
sheep, when his very bowels are yearn-
ing after them. Your suasion only
stimulates the rumseller's appetite for
his accursed gains. For his sole profit,
our police courts are daily toiling
with the mass of crime which every
We wonder not
night accumulates.
one of our magistrates, worn out with
the odious drudgery, should begin to
ask, as was stated a few days since
whether something could not be done
to check the growing evil by taking
hold of the rumseller? What other
power can take hold of the miscreant
who will repulse the supplications of
the weeping wife? There can be no
stronger appeal to humanity than such
petitions. The force of moral suasion
can no further go. There is no choice
but either to submit passively to such
tyranny, or to invoke the arm of public
justice with its uplifted mace of might.
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Moral Suasion of Rumsellers.
It contains nine striking points:
I. No law.
2. No Gospel.
3. No telling facts; if a man gets
drunk don't say anything about it.
4. No objection to drinking two to
four times every day.
5. Let every man mind his own
business.
6. No preaching on temperance on
Sabbath.
7. Don't say hard things against the
good creature."
8. Let every man drink as much as he
pleases.
9. Am I my brother's keeper?
A Methodist Distillery.
A wealthy Methodist, or one who
had some capital, within these last few
years, was somewhat in doubt about de-
ciding how to make a profitable invest-
ment. After examining several depart-
ments of business, his attention was
arrested by distilling on a large scale,
as a very profitable employ. But the
morality of the question came up in his
mind, which, after careful examination,
was decided in some such way as the
following: "The business, it is true, has
its difficulties; but I will endeavor to
conduct the concern in a Christian
manner." The matter of conscience
being decided, a large distillery was
erected in a prominent situation near the
landing place; and so conspicuous was
the building, that it attracted the atten-
tion of travellers. A stranger, one day,
on landing, asked Mr. A, a mis-
chievous wag, a near neighbor to the
distiller, what great building that was,
standing out so prominent? The reply
was, This is the Methodist distillery. A
Methodist distillery! exclaimed the
stranger; that is a strange thing under
the sun. But, retorted Mr. A, the
thing is common in these diggins. At
the town of B- , a few miles off, there
is a Presbyterian distillery, owned and
kept in operation by an excellent Pres-
byterian. And at the town of C-
there is a great distillery owned by a
Mr. H, a Disciple, or as some call
them, Campbellite Baptists. And there
is, besides, in this town, a distillery
conducted and owned by an Episcopa-
lian. But this here Methodist distillery
is a very religious one; for Mr. L-
who was in the employ of the Episcopa-
lian, and was in danger of losing his
Methodist religion by the ill habits of
the hands, for the sake of good morals
and religion left his former employer,
and got work with his Methodist
brother, where he could have a chance
to sing and pray more, and be free from
the irreligious influence of the bad dis-
tillery.
The good Methodist distiller, too, is
very accommodating to all his brethren,
and meets their religious scruples with
great exactness. Several class-leaders
bring all their corn to his establishment
for sale. And many good Methodist
members raise heaps of corn and sell
it to their excellent religious brother.
Thus, distilling is freed from the vulgar
objections which these temperance lec-
turers bring against it, because the dis-
tiller is a very religious man; the
growers of corn, who supply him, are
mostly very good Methodists, and all is
safe. Hence, the work of distilling is
about to recover its lost reputation, in
spite of all the recent endeavors of the
religious people who want to put down
distilling. But then these religious
distillers are likely to carry the day,
and their progress is such as to give
encouragement to the scrupulous advo-
cates of temperate and moderate drink-
ing, that their consistent course may
yet predominate, in spite of the teeto-
talers, who strain at the gnats of mod-
crate drinking, but are doubtless hypo-
crites at heart. This increase of good
religious distillers, of which we are as-
sured, is likely to extend very much.
And we must say it, that if people must
become drunkards (and surely they
must), then let it all be done in a very
godly manner. The Methodists, Pres-
byterians, Baptists, and Episcopalians
are the very men to distil in a godly
manner. For they can have plenty of
prayers, hymns, psalms, and all such
good things added, so that the distilling
will be done religiously. And, then, if
men will get drunk (and indeed they
will), why not do this right? Let these
good religious men make all the drunk-
ards; for it is surely better to make
drunkards in connection with religion,
than in the common, vulgar way of
swearing, Sabbath-breaking, or the like.
This thing ought not to be in the hands
of the wicked, but in the hands of the
righteous. And as we prefer to be a
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was in a condition to hear the grinning,
chattering sprite, and as it disappeared
down the neck of the bottle, he lifted
up his voice and cried lustily:
Methodist, from conviction and con-, his wild and bloodshot eyes, an imp of
science, we must decide that these the distillery whispered in his ear that
Methodist distilleries are better and his head was on fire! And poor Tim
more religious than the Presbyterian,
Episcopalian, or Baptist distilleries.
We say, then, Methodist distilleries for
ever! There is a goodly number of
them in the country; they are annually "Put me out! Put me out! Fire!
on the increase. And as Mr. A Spon-ta-ne-ous combustion has, has took
said to the stranger, "The Methodists place! I'm in a light blaze, sir! Away,
cannot be beat by nobody." So we away! ye wiry goblins! I know ye all !
say, too; and as we must go for good Ye are matches! Lucifer matches!
distillers (and we are sufficiently sec- Ye set me in a blaze! Put me out!
tarian), we conclude by saying, Metho- | Water! Water! Blow in my ears, if they
dist distillers for us.- Western Advocate.an't burnt out. Blow down my throat
A Man on Fire.
-quick! its red-hot! Oh! somebody
put me out! Put me out!"
And the Charlies took him in charge,
and put him in the watch-house, where
he raved till morning, and then, very
One of the most terrible of all deaths early in the day, died. Poor fellow!
is to be burnt alive-burnt at the stake He was "put out" most effectually,
-consumed helplessly in the flames of and by an agent that has prematurely
one's own dwelling. And who can mea- snuffed out the light of life many mil-
sure the guilt of him who deliberately lions of times, and filled numberless
kindles a fire that burns up a fellow-graves with nameless, loathsome, un-
being? But what is the body in flame wept mortals. These are thy doings,
compared to the mind on fire? And all-destroying alcohol !
when the mind is on fire, there is not
water enough in all the ocean to quench
it. Who can put it out? Nothing but
precious blood can quench such a flame.
But what a conflagration when both body
and soul are on fire? Material fire is
terrible enough to appal the stoutest
heart, but how much more so to be
burnt up in alcohol? Fire can burn the
body, but cannot touch the pure mind.
But alcohol destroys both body and soul
in hell. Such a fire seems to have been
discovered some time ago in Albany.
We have never read of a case more hor-
rible, though we have seen the fire of
delirium tremens_consuming the very
springs of life. The following is from
the Albany Citizen:
"Put me out! Put me out!" The
guardians of the night were not a little
surprised to hear, from a lowly gutter
late one night last week a sharp, earnest
cry-" Put me out! Put me out!" On
drawing near, they found a lusty fellow
sitting upon the curb, with his feet in
the gutter, and leaning against the iron
post of the gas-lamp. It was poor Tim
Lightbody, and the terrors of delirium
tremens had overtaken him in the gutter.
His brain was on fire and his vitals burn-
ing up with rum. And now, as he leaned
back against the post, so that the full
glare of the brilliant gas-light shone on
Poor fellow, most truly! But who
set him on fire? Who kindles the
quenchless flame? Did the Albany
police make an attempt to ferret out
this human incendiary? Has the mayor
offered a reward for his apprehension ?
Most likely the man lives in Albany
who applied the rum-torch to the brains,
and vitals, and mind of this poor fellow,
who has thus gone unfitted to his last
account. How like a murder of body
and soul, too, this! We most earn-
estly hope that the good people of the
Empire State will vote, a few weeks
hence, to withhold a license from alco-
holic incendiaries within their bounds.
Mahometan Drunkard.
The following punishment of drunk-
enness was lately inflicted by the popu-
lace of Constantinople. An unfortunate
Mussulman who, under the influence of
wine, had lost the perpendicular, was
tied upon a lame mule, with his head,
on which was placed a round European
hat, towards the tail of the animal, and
behind it was tied a dog back to back.
After having paraded him through the
streets, stopping at every fountain to
sprinkle him with mud and water, he
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was taken by the populace to the banks | theft; and, on asking her mother (for
of the Bosporus, and plunged into the we always suspect drink in such
water with his innocent companions. cases) whether her daughter had be-
The hair of the back of the dog was then gun this evil course with the bottle,"
cut in the form of a cross, and the beard "Ah yes!" she said, "that was the
of the Mussulman was shaved off with beginning of it. She got beer and ale in
the same razor. He was subsequently the grand houses where she served, and
plunged twice into the Bosporus, and then, when she went to other places,
his purification was considered com- she couldna' want them. She brought
plete.
in the drink or went to the dram-shop,
and my puir lassie gaed on from bad to
worse, till now, sir, she is a thief."
And who, that sees in one glass the be-
ginning of this habit, can foretell what
shall be its end?
The Merchant Tailor and the
Customer.
"Why, how you have fell away!" said
a merchant tailor to a customer of his,
who had joined a temperance society
since he was measured for a new suit
of clothes, which would not fit anyhow
in consequence of it. "How
you have
fallen away!" The person had lost some
of his dishonest flesh, and was making
himself a gentleman by other means
than a new coat.
The Missionary and the Indian.
"I am glad," said a missionary to an
Indian chief, "that you do not drink
whiskey; but it grieves me to find that
your people use so much of it."
44
Ah, yes," said the red man, and he
fixed an impressive eye upon the preach-
er, which communicated the reproof be-
fore he uttered it, "we Indians use a
great deal of whiskey, but we do not
make it."
Moderate Drinking.
The devil's railroad, with a steep
downward grade to the depot of de-
struction.
The Mayor and the Irishman.
An ever-ready wit to secure a favor,
man's instinct, if I may so call it. The
or get him out of a scrape, is an Irish-
late Cadwallader D. Colden, when
mayor of New York, often told the fol-
lowing anecdote:
He was exceedingly anxious to lessen
the vice of intemperance, which then pre-
vailed to a great extent, and especially
among foreigners, who could not resist
the temptation of cheap liquors. As one
means of doing so, he adopted a strict
surveillance over the grog-shops, and
whenever he heard complaints against
any tavern-keeper for misconduct, he
determined to take away his license.
He kept a red book for the purpose of
registering these complaints, to which
he could refer at any moment.
One day a worthy Hibernian, named
Pat Mullins, came to ask for a renewal
of his license.
"Pat Mullins," said Mr. Colden; "let
me see"; then referring to the fatal book,
he added, “Ah! Patrick, I cannot renew
your license, I am sorry to say, for I
have heard complaints against you."
Complaints against me, your ho-
nor!" exclaimed the astonished Pat;
may I make bold to ax how many,
your honor?”
Why, quite enough, I assure you-
three serious complaints," said the
mayor.
The Mother and the Daughter.
Says Dr. Guthrie: "A woman, a
most excellent and Christian woman, Only three complaints agin me, that
came to seek our counsel and assistance has been keeping a grog-shop clane
in a matter which is bringing her gray and dacent these two years? Faith,
hairs with sorrow to the grave. Her your honor hasn't been quite a year in
daughter, once a first-rate and most re-office yit, and I have heard more than a
spectable servant, now lies in a jail hundred against you!"
of this country under a sentence for This argumentum ad hominem over-
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came Mr. Colden's good nature. He
tried Pat another year, and the grateful
Irishman escaped the red book ever
afterwards.
The Mother and Her Son on the
as to the verity of that statement. His
reply was, 'God forgive what has passed
in my own cellar; but the statements
made are true, and all true, I assure
you.'"
Not Matches.
Power of Good Advice.
A notorious toper used to mourn
Wendell Phillips relates the follow- about not having a regular pair of eyes;
ing: As she stood by the garden gate one being black and the other light hazel.
on a sunny morning, she said, "Ed-
It is very lucky for you," replied his
ward, they tell me, for I never saw the friend, "for if your eyes had been
ocean, that the great temptation of sea-matches, your nose would have set them
men's life is drink. Promise me, before on fire long ago."
you quit your mother's house, that you
will never drink." And he said (for he
told me the story), "I gave her the pro-
mise, and I went the broad globe over-
Calcutta, the Mediterranean, San Fran-
cisco, the Cape of Good Hope, the
North and the South Pole-I saw them
all in forty years, and I never saw a glass
filled with sparkling liquor that my
mother's form by the garden gate, on the
green hill-side of Vermont, did not rise
up before me, and to-day at sixty my
lips are innocent of the taste of liquor."
I
Was not that the sweet evidence of
the power of a single word? Yet that
was not half, "For," said he, "there
came one yesterday into my counting-
room, and asked me, 'Do you know
me?' 'No.' 'Well,' said he,
was once brought drunk into your pre-
sence on shipboard. You were a pas-
senger. The captain kicked me aside.
You took me to your berth, and kept
me there till I had slept off the intoxica-
tion. You then asked me if I had a mo-
ther. I said I never knew a word from her
lips. You told me of yours at the gar-
den gate, and to-day I am master of one of
the finest packets in New York, and have
come to invite you to come and see me.""
How far the little candle threw its
beams-that mother's words on the green
hill-side of Vermont !
Dr. Nott and His Friend.
Doctor Nott, President of Union
College, said, “I had a friend who had
once been a wine-dealer, and having
read the startling statements made pub-
lic in relation to the brewing of wines,
and the adulteration of other liquors
generally, I enquired of that friend
New Rum Color.
The Rev. Mr. Miles, of Temple, N.H.,
was both witty and eccentric. There
were several who were discussing the
painting of their meeting-house, and dif-
ferent colors were recommended by differ-
ent speakers. Mr. Miles arose, and said,
I recommend that we paint our meet-
ing-house new rum color, for in looking
at the noses of some of my parishioners,
I have discovered that that is a color
which grows brighter and brighter every
year."
A Nip of Sling.
"Give us a nip of sling," said a young
man in the school of rum-drinking, as
he bustled up to the bar of a village
grocery-" give us a nip of sling to wash
down the teetotal lecture we have just
been hearing."
"Nip of sling," thought I, as I walked
away musing and trying to analyze the
cognomen-how appropriate!
I. Sling, as a verb, means to throw,
or cast out. And so, thought I, his
sling will throw the remnant of his
money to the winds; if he has a family,
it will throw them-
First-Into discouragement;
Second-Into wretchedness, and
Third-Upon the town.
It will probably sling himself--
First-Into Idleness;
Second-Into debt;
Third-Into crime;
Fourth-Into the ditch;
Fifth-In prison;
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Sixth-Into a drunkard's grave; and
and
Seventh-Into a miserable eternity.
II. Sling, as a noun, means,
First-Something to "throw with,"
and
Second-Something to "hang in."
If my analysis of it as a verb is correct,
the first definition is true, and when the
sheriff, the judge, the jury, the hangman,
and gallows came rushing into my
mind, surely, thought I, there is more
truth than fiction in its second definition.
And there is this to gratify "Nip."
This means to bite, to blast, to pinch.
The first agrees with Solomon's descrip-
tion of intoxicating drinks—it biteth like
a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
It blasteth the fondest hopes of parents,
wife, and children, and how often has
the drunkard, as he stood upon the hang-
man's scaffold, pointed to the " nip of
sling" as the procuring cause of his
awful and final "nip of sling."
Thus musing, I felt constrained to
warn the young man to "sling
sling" his
"nip" into the fire, and go and wash
down his "teetotal lecture" with a
hearty draught of cold-water practice.—
Vermont Temperance Star.
Not a Man among Them.
A drunkard in one of the villages in
Westchester County, one cold winter
night, started for home. He was so
drunk a gentleman watched him, fearing
he would freeze to death before he reach-
ed his home. When a mile north of the
village he got over into a hog-pen and
laid down among them. Whether they
considered him an intruder or smelt his
offensive breath we know not, for one
rooted him one way, and another rooted
him back. His patience was tried, and
he commanded them "to be still"; but
they did not recognize his drunken
authority; they continued to root him
backwards and forwards, as they grunted
and squealed, and he exclaimed, "Can't
you be still? I declare there is not a
man among you." He was right. He
was once a man made in the image of
God, with powers bordering upon se-
raphs, capable of soaring into compa-
nionship with angels, eternity his life-
time, the New Jerusalem his home; but
so degraded by intemperance, his man-
hood was gone; sunk so low the swine
were ashamed of his company, glad to
get rid of him, held a jubilee when he
was gone. But he was correct, there was
not a man among them.
"Not a Drop More!"
A penniless rum-drinker was pleading
for brandy on trust. The angry reply
of the rumseller, "Not a drop more!"
was the means of his signing the pledge,
and becoming a temperate and wealthy
man.
"Not a drop more!"
Did he say so to me?
When money is gone
There's no trusting, I see!
"Not a drop more!
When I paid him in gold
For the richest of wines,
How my hand he would hold !
"Not a drop more!
That was never the word
While the clink of my silver
For brandy was heard;
And even while copper
I brought to his door,
He never once thundered,
'Not a drop more!"
"Not a drop more!
Then, so let it be !
Gold, silver, and copper
May yet be for me.
Then, when he shall watch
For a bit of my pelf-
Thank you, "Not a drop more!"
I prefer it myself.
Narrow Escape.
KRUNA.
Most men who drink ardent spirits
for a medicine are in the practice of in-
creasing the dose, for that which satisfied
yesterday will not answer for to-day.
The following is an illustration: Dur-
ing the prevalence of cholera in Cincin-
nati, a gentleman, a rigid member of a
religious society, and who had been a
rigid teetotaler, desired his wife to put
a table-spoonful of brandy in his glass
every day at dinner. The wife was sur-
prised; but deeming it the result of wise
professional counsel, she complied, and
the husband filled up the glass with
water and drank it. A week passed by,
and he said to his wife while at dinner,
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"My dear, you have been cutting off | July, 1844, when a meeting was held in
my supply of brandy. This has lost its
taste! It does not produce the same
effect as at first.” His wife assured him
she had given him the full amount, and
he said no more.
Another week passed by, and he re-
peated to his wife the conviction that
she had lessened the quantity of brandy.
It did not produce the same effect as at
first. He could scarcely taste it, and
the effects on his stomach were not per-
ceptible.
the Baptist Church. He had been a
total abstainer for a long time, and did
not consider it necessary to join the
new society; but the great apostle of
Washingtonianism, Abel Bishop, ad-
dressed the meeting, and exhorted all
men, both the temperate and intempe-
rate, to sign the pledge, and give their
influence to the cause, and help sustain
the reformed men. He went forward
and enrolled his name, and he had
never felt afraid that his name would
go down to posterity as having been a
drunkard. When he signed, a person
in the audience pointed to him and
asked if he had ever been intemperate.
"I have helped him home a hundred
times," was the reply of a carriage-dri-
ver who stood by.
"My dear," said his wife, "you have
been taking two table-spoonfuls every
day, for a week past, since you found
fault with me for stinting you." He was
thunderstruck. He sat a few moments in
deep thought; then desired the decanter
of brandy to be brought to him. He
seized it and shook it, as much as to
say, "I am your master," and then
hurled it from the window. He saw his
danger and made an end of brandy-related the following:
drinking. This was a narrow escape
-saved as by fire.
A Novel Way to Cure Drunkenness.
"Bob!" said a working carpenter
who was just returning home from work,
to an old companion who was reeling
drunk," have you heard of the new way
to cure drunkenness?"
"No; and what's more, I don't think
there is a remedy!"
"That's all you know. Now, my
recipe is this: First find a large brick,
then go opposite a respectable shop-
window, throw your brick through the
glass, and they'll lock you up for the
night. If you aren't sober in the morn-
ing, then say my recipe is not worth
having."
Professor Olmstead and Abel Bishop.
Professor Olmstead, of Yale College,
New Haven, known all over the land
for his superior talents, was influenced
to become a Washingtonian and to
sign the pledge under the powerfully
persuasive appeals of Abel Bishop, and
thus relates it in his own graphic man-
ner:
Prof. Olmstead said he was happy to
acknowledge himself a Washingtonian.
He came into the society on the 4th of
PROFESSOR OLMSTEAD AND THE DEACON.
To show the custom of old times, he
"When I fitted for college," said Prof.
Olmstead, "I lived with a good minis-
ter in the interior of this State, whose
father was a deacon. On one occasion
the deacon took two jugs and I another,
and we started to the village store, to
get them filled with various liquors.
On our way we were met by a neighbor,
who enquired, 'What now?' 'We are
going to have a ministers' meeting at
our house,' was the good deacon's re-
ply. In those days it was thought rum
was necessary on all occasions in the
heat of summer and the cold of winter-
in the storm and in the sunshine. The
soldier could not fight, nor the sailor
buffet the waves of the ocean, without
the aid of rum. Good men advocated
its use. The late Governor Treadwell,
of this State, himself a temperate man,
wrote an essay to prove that rum was
necessary for the laboring man.”
PROFESSOR OLMSTEAD AND THE BOYISH
CUSTOMS OF HIS DAY.
Surely they were the dark ages, as
many will remember. The professor
said: "If the education of children for
drunkenness had been the object aimed
at, a system better adapted to secure
this end could scarcely have been de-
vised than that which prevailed only a
few years ago. It began with the mo-
ther, who quaffed frequent draughts of
the stimulant, to impart nourishment to
her tender infant. As the boy grew up,
and mingled with other boys in their
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juvenile sports, he soon learned to
make the intoxicating cup an object of
desire, and one for the attainment of
which his skill at games was put in
requisition." To illustrate this point,
he related one scene in which he was
an actor. In his native town, on one
occasion, a company of boys played a
game of ball, and the side that got beat
was to "treat" the whole company.
After the game was decided, the losing
side contributed their money, and it
was found that they had enough to pur-
chase a quart of rum. This was pur-
chased at a neighboring store, and a
pail of sling made; of this they drank
till all were gay, and some of them
beastly drunk. And this was a sample
of the boyish customs of his day.
member of this society, and became an
advocate for the use of wine-not for
myself, for I even found that it would
not do for a student; he wants a clear
head, and wine don't give it. If I want
to work out a proposition in philosophy
or astronomy, I must use only cold
water. I cannot wander among the
spheres with wine in my system, or if I
did, I should go too fast. At the first
organization of the society, one of our
best citizens said at a public meeting
that we did not mean to disturb the
men in business-the importers, the
wholesale dealers, the retailers, the
distillers; only the dram-shops were to
be disturbed; and it was asked, 'Will
the grocers give up their business? Will
the importers on the wharf see their
"As the boy grew older, he was ex- stores and their ships rot, by giving up
posed to continual temptation. The their business? Will an old man give
farmer had his bowl of sling prepared up his liquor? He will die.' But it
for the whole family, and all were ex- has proved in this case, that whatever
pected to drink. The father took the ought to be done can be done. I con-
first sip then the mother-then the sider it an important principle, that it
eldest child, and so on to the youngest; is always safe to do right, and that
when a
'double corner' was turned, whatever ought to be done can be done.
and the bowl passed up the line again, There is such a union established by
ending with the father, who must swal- God himself between duty and ability,
low all that remained." He related an that whatever ought to be done can be
anecdote of a farmer who laid in a keg accomplished. If we cannot do it in
of the stimulant for himself and wife, our own strength, God can and will
and for fear it might be exhausted and help us. But it was said, 'the drun-
no means left to replenish it, they kard cannot leave off and live.' This
agreed that none should be drank un-has been proved false by the discipline
less it was paid for. The old man was
soon thirsty, took his dram, and gave
his wife six cents. Soon the old lady
had occasion to drink, and paid six
cents to her husband. In this way they
continued alternately to drink, always
paying six cents; and soon it appeared
that the keg was empty, and the liquor
had all been paid for with the same
sixpence. At the period of which he
had been speaking, there could be no
public gathering without rum. "If the
neighbors clubbed together to cart wood
for one of their number, the rum drank
sometimes cost more than the wood
was worth."
PROFESSOR OLMSTEAD AND THE FIRST
TEMPERANCE SOCIETY.
He says: "It was about the year
1830, I think, that the first temperance
society was established in this city, in
the lecture-room of the North Church.
They discarded ardent spirits only,
leaving men to drink wine, cider, ale,
etc., as they might choose. I was a
of the State Prison, and in later times
we have abundant proof of the fallacy
of the doctrine, in the reformation of
thousands of drunkards. The path of
duty was always safe."
Opposition-Selling Cheaper.
A rumscller who had followed Gen-
eral Taylor's army into Mexico did
quite an extensive business in selling
to the soldiers. He did business in a
tent, and his liquor-cask was at the end
of it. All at once his business fell off
and he sold but little. He enquired into
the cause. The soldiers told him they
could purchase cheaper of a man who
was selling on the other side of his tent.
He went round there and found a man
doing an extensive business and selling
much cheaper than he could, and he
found out the reason. He had bored
a hole into his cask, the other end stick-
ing out of the tent, and no wonder he
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could undersell the other and that he | miration of a large circle of fashionable
had such extensive patronage.
The Outside Barbarian.
At a grand union festival of the Sons
and Daughters of Temperance, in Broad-
way, in New York, in 1848, the Hon.
James Harper presided, and was very
happy in keeping the large audience in
good humor.
acquaintances, and in his intercourse
with his fellow-men in that city he
gained the confidence of all by his affa-
bility and polite attention to the wants
of others. This man had only "one
fault," viz., when on board his vessel
upon the high seas, if merchant ships
fell in his way, he would, for the sake
of gain, forcibly take possession of
them, and appropriate their cargoes to
his own use, and, if it was deemed ne-
cessary for his own preservation, drown
or cut the throats of the passengers and
crews. This was all. In every other
respect, Lafitte the pirate was a very
good-hearted gentleman.
Dose.
During the exercises an incident oc-
curred which is entirely too rich to be
lost. A young gentleman, called upon
to respond to one of the sentiments, be-
gan by saying, "I am an outside bar-
barian. Though by no means intempe-
rate, I have never entered into any of
the temperance societies." After com- The Old Highlander and the Strong
plimenting the Daughters of Tempe-
rance, in handsome terms, he sat down.
One of the Daughters immediately arose
and said the ladies would feel much
more complimented if he would sign
the pledge! This called up the outside
barbarian again, who remarked that he
preferred to remain "isolated and inde-
pendent"-just of course as every mo-
derate drinker thinks and acts. This
brought out the following sentiment
which elicited roars of laughter, and
which was taken in good part on all
sides:
"Outside Barbarians-may they all
hecome civilized, and that speedily."
Only One Fault.
Mr. Hogg related an anecdote of an
old Highlander to whom a country shop-
keeper gave a dose of aqua-fortis in
mistake for whiskey, and who, greatly
to the relief of the seller, who really
was afraid he had killed his customer,
returned at his next visit in town for a
"dram the same as before." How lined
his throat must have been!
The Officer and his Maniac Wife.
The following narrative was related
by the Hon. W. Wilmot at a large
temperance meeting at St. John, N.B.
Many of the audience were melted into
tears as the honorable gentleman pro-
cedeed with the affecting and melan-
choly tale.
There may be, it is said, good men
who sell rum; that is, they are good
citizens with one only exception-they Some years ago, Mr. Wilmot stat-
do sell rum. This, it is argued, is but ed, an interesting family landed upon
a single fault, and where is the man to our shores, in the city of St. John. The
be found who can boast of not having father was a half-pay officer; he had
one fault in his character? This one-been in most of the Peninsular cam-
fault apology for rumselling was well
illustrated by Dr. Jewett at a recent
meeting of the New Haven County So-
ciety, in reply to an argument that a
certain rumseller in New Britain must
not be touched because he was so good
a man in every other respect.
A certain gentleman, some years
since, was in the habit of visiting the
city of New Orleans. His manners
ard deportment, together with his hand-
some appearance, won for him the ad-
paigns, fighting in the wars of his coun-
try, and was a brave man, as well as
gentlemanly in his demeanor.
His
wife, too, was a lady in every sense of
the word; her family connections were
excellent, and by her affable manners
she endeared herself to every one who
happened to fall in her company. They
had several interesting children, upon
whom they doated. Indeed, the family
was one of love, interest, and harmony,
and awakened universal admiration.
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The father purchased a small farm lying |
between Fredericton and Woodstock, to
which the family shortly afterwards mov-
ed. The farm was well stocked; every
comfort that could be desired was to be
found there the dwelling handsomely
furnished, servants at command, and, in-
deed, the affluence and neatness that pre-
vailed throughout betokened the rank
and condition of the inmates. Mr.
Wilmot said he stopped there one
morning to breakfast, and he declared
he never beheld a happier, more con-
tented and interesting family circle in
all his life before.
jewelry and such little presents and
keepsakes as had been made to her by
her fond mother and friends, as tokens
of remembrance, just before she left the
happy home of her father, where all was
bright and gay, to dwell among strang-
ers in a distant land. He made use of
them, and how? By taking them to the
rum-shop, as he would to a pawnbro-
ker's; and the inhuman man behind the
counter disdained not to receive, in
compensation for his poison, these in-
valuable offerings, these mementos of
a doating mother, which had been pre-
sented in tears of love when her child
was about leaving her for ever!
The family was now obliged to seek
shelter in a miserable log hut, and Mr.
Wilmot stated that when he next wit-
nessed that once beautiful wife and those
promising children, and contrasted their
condition with that of a former period,
his heart sank within him. What a
change was here!
But, alas! the demon of destruction
was near by. There was a tavern in the
vicinity; and the brave officer, who had
fought the battles of his country and been
through every danger, without fearing
the enemy, was at last to yield himself
into the hands of the fell monster, alco-
hol; not only so, but his interesting and
beautiful family were likewise to crum-
ble away piecemeal, and share in a To conclude the touching narrative in
father's ignominy. Need we say that a few words: After passing over a cer-
the father visited the tavern? We have tain lapse of time, since that particular
said enough for the reader to understand period, we find this once lovely wife,
that he did. His visits became more this fond and doating parent, this affable,
and more frequent; his lovely wife re-intelligent, and lady-like companion and
monstrated; his children cried and friend-where? Where think you, read-
supplicated, but all to no purpose. To er, she is to be found at this present
the tavern he would go-one glass more! moment? Where? In the Lunatic
The serpent's fangs had already entered Asylum in the city of St. John-a rav-
his soul. He had tasted enough of the ing maniac
cup to poison his once manly spirit;
enough to entice him onward to a re-
newal of the draught, and onward he
went from cup to cup; his family in the
meanwhile becoming more and more
wretched, their hearts daily giving way,
that once lovely wife particularly.
Alas! the lovely flowers of summer now
gave painful evidence of their withering
beneath the frigid blast of an approach-
ing winter.
The farm became neglected; indeed,
nothing was thought of but the tavern,
and the tavern was now thought more of
by the victim than his own home, with
all its treasures, his stricken wife and
helpless children. His funds being ex-
hausted, the half-pay officer was obliged
to sell all his claims upon the Horse
Guards. The sum realized spent, he
was next obliged to mortgage his farm;
next, his cattle and all his farming im-
plements; next the farm passed from
his hands altogether; and at last, after
sacrificing all his property to the shrine
of his god, he made use of his wife's
The Old Patriot.
We have here an instance of genuine
patriotism that we cannot but admire.
At an early stage of the temperance re-
form an old man of more than four-
score years, afflicted with a bodily infirm-
ity for which he had been advised by a
physician to use ardent spirits as a
medicine, was presented with a consti-
tution of the Temperance Society on
the plan of total abstinence. He read
it and said: “That is the thing to save
our country; I will join it." "No,"
said one, " you must not join it, because
ardent spirit is necessary for you as a
medicine." I know," said he, "I have
used it, but if something is not done our
country will be ruined, and I will not
be accessory to the ruin of my country.
I will join the society." Then," said
another, "you will die.” Well," said
the old man, in the true spirit of patriot-
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ism, "for my country I can die." He
signed the constitution, gave up his
medicine, and his disease fled away.
Here was a splendid exhibition of pure
patriotism, of genuine love of country.
One More Spree.
had at this time doubled his dose, and
very prudently resolved that he would
never drink more than four glasses a
day. Rum, however, soon had more
power over him than prudence. His
face began to swell, his breath grew
fetid, he lost his good-nature, his in-
dustrious habits left him at a time when
a growing family called for his exer-
tions, he was thrown out of employment;
and there he was, a poor, miserable,
profane, idle, beggarly drunkard. This
Many a man has talked of having" one
more spree," which has proved his last.
For there comes a time when the drunk-came gradually, but it came certainly.
ard has his last spree-and this is often His poor wife was an object of distress
suddenly and unexpectedly. I knew a and of universal pity.
She bore up
young lawyer in Columbia County, under her sufferings as well as so frail
New York, belonging to an aristocratic a thing was able to; and in a short time
family. He had superior talents, as well death came and gave her release. It
as a superior education. He would broke down the whole family, father,
have occasional sprees. His father pur- mother, and brothers, for all their hopes
sued a similar course, and his son walk- were placed on her.
ed in his footsteps. His father was a rep-
resentative in Congress.
The young man had been sober for
some time; he said "he would have one
more spree, and then he would quit."
He had one more-it was his last. Poor
young man! he died.of delirium tremens.
His funeral was one of the gloomiest
I ever attended. His broken-hearted
mother and his grief-stricken sisters
were there; but all was the very bitter-
ness of grief. No words of consolation
from the minister. Young, bright,
beautiful, talented, promising! This
young man died the most terrible of all
deaths, and filled the most loathsome
and disgraceful of all graves-the grave
of a drunkard. No roses planted by
the hand of affection upon his grave, to
bloom emblematical of his virtues, but
thorns and thistles will spring up spon-
taneously, emblematical of his vices.
The Only Daughter.
This story illustrates the folly and
danger of moderate drinking. We knew,
says one, a beautiful young woman, an
only daughter, the pride and joy of her
feeble and declining parents.
There
came into her father's employ a benevo-
lent, industrious, pleasant young man,
of some natural talent, who very pru-
dently had resolved to drink but two
glasses a day, one in the forenoon,
and one in the afternoon. He paid his
addresses to her, and she received them.
In about a year they were married. He
The Orphan Asylum.
The following from the Syracuse
Journal is very ingenious:
This is the house that Jack built.
The Orphans' Bread.-This is the
malt that lies in the house that Jack
built.
Temperance.-This is the cat that
is killing the rats that are eating the
malt that lies in the house that Jack
built.
License. This is the dog that is
worrying the cat, that is killing the
rats, that are eating the malt that lies
in the house that Jack built.
Charity. This is the cow with the
crumpled horn, that is tossing the dog,
that is worrying the cat, that is killing
the rats, that are eating the malt that
lies in the house that Jack built.
Drunkards' Daughters.-These are
the maidens all forlorn, that are milk-
ing the cow with the crumpled horn,
that is tossing the dog, that is worrying
the cat, that is killing the rats, that are
eating the malt that lies in the house
that Jack built.
Drunkards.-These are the men all
tattered and torn, the fathers of maid-
ens all forlorn, that are milking the cow
with the crumpled horn, that is tossing
the dog, that is worrying the cat, that is
killing the rats, that are eating the
malt that lies in the house that Jack
built,
Violators of the Excise Law.-These
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are the leeches, the objects of scorn,
that are robbing the men all tattered
and torn, the fathers of maidens all for-
lorn, that are milking the cow with
the crumpled horn, that is tossing the
dog, that is worrying the cat, that is
killing the rats, that are eating the
malt that lies in the house that Jack
built.
The Old Lady and Her Turkeys.
An old lady kept a large family of
turkeys, perhaps sixty. She, like a
great many other people, thought a
great deal of her turkeys. Opposite her
door was a "West-India Goods Store."
The man who kept it one day emptied
his casks of cherries, intending to re-
place them with new. This old lady, be-
ing economical, thought it a great pity
to have all those cherries wasted, and,
in order to have them saved, she would
drive over her turkeys and let them eat
them. In the course of the day the old
lady thought she would look over and
see that they were in no mischief. She
approached the yard, and, lo! in one
corner lay her turkeys in a huge pile,
dead. What was to be done? Surely
the old matron could not lose the fea-
thers. She called her daughters, and
picked them, intending to have them
buried in the morning. Morning came,
and behold, there were her turkeys
stalking about the yard, featherless
enough, crying out,"Quit, quit !" feeling,
no doubt, mortified that their drunken
fit had been the means of losing their
coats.
All young men who are in the habit
of drinking should leave off before
they get picked; and to those who do
not every lady should say, "Quit."
The Oysters were Bad.
"What is the matter, sir?" said a sur-
geon to his patient. "Well, I have
eaten some oysters, and I suppose
they've disagreed with me." "Have
you eaten anything else?" "Well,
no; why, yes, I did, too—that is, I took
for my tea a mince-pie, four bottles of
ale, and two glasses of gin, and I have
eaten the oysters since, and I really
believe the oysters were not good for
ine."
The Physician and the Sexton.
being summoned to a vestry in order to
Dr. A-, physician at Newcastle,
dwelt so long on the fellow's miscon-
reprimand the sexton for drunkenness,
duct as to raise his choler, and draw
from him this expression: "Sir, I was
in hopes you would have treated my
failings with more gentleness, or
that you would have been the last
man alive to appear against me, as
I have covered so many blunders of
yours."
Poor Jack!
At a meeting of the British and For-
eign Bible Society a speaker related the
following:
His
A drunkard was one day staggering
in drink on the brink of the sea.
little son by him, three years of age,
being very hungry, solicited him for
something to eat. The miserable fa-
ther, conscious of his poverty, and of
the criminal cause of it, in a kind of
rage occasioned by his intemperance
and despair, hurled the little child into
the sea, and made off with himself.
The poor little sufferer, finding a plank
by his side on the water, clung to it.
The wind soon wafted him and the
plank out to sea. A British man-of-
war, passing by, discovered the plank
and child; a sailor, at the risk of his
own life, plunged into the sea, and
brought him on board. He could in-
form them little more than that his
name was Jack. They gave him the
name of Poor Jack. He grew up on board
the man-of-war, behaved well, and
gained the love of all the officers and
men. He became an officer of the sick
and wounded department. During an
action of the late war, an aged man
came under his care in a dying state.
He was all attention to the dying stran-
ger, but could not save his life.
The aged stranger was dying, and
thus addressed this kind young officer:
"For the great attention you have
shown me I give this only treasure that
I am possessor of " (presenting him with
a Bible bearing the stamp of the British
and Foreign Bible Society).
given me by a lady, and has been the
means of my conversion, and has been
a great comfort to me. Read it, and it
will lead you in the way you should
It was
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go." He went on to confess the wick- | be extended even to the vilest sinne:
edness and profligacy of his life before upon repentance.
the reception of his Bible; and, among
other enormities, how he once cast a
little son, three years old, into the sea,
because he cried to him for needful
food!
Repentance!" said he, catching my
words-" Repentance! I cannot repent;
the time of repentance is gone for ever!
I can reflect on my treatment of my
wife, on my dreadful abuse of my child-
The young officer enquired of him the ren, on my loss of respect, honor, and
time and place, and found here was his every noble feeling, and still not be
own history. Reader, judge, if you can, moved-not be penitent. The day of
of his feelings, to recognize in the dying repentance is past-there is no hope-
old man his father, dying a penitent un- I am lost-I am lost." He lay silent
der his care! And judge of the feeling for a few minutes, and again burst
of the dying penitent, to find that the forth into the most blasphemous expres-
same young stranger was his son- sions of horror and despair, followed
the very son whom he had plunged by a dreadful cry for rum!
"Give me
into the sea, and had no idea but some rum! give me some rum !" The
that he immediately perished! A de- physician, fearing he might spring from
scription of their mutual feelings will his bed, and do injury to those around,as
not be attempted. The man soon ex- he had done on similar occasions, ex-
pired in the arms of his son. The lat-hibited more than human strength, or-
ter left the service and became a pious
preacher of the Gospel.
On closing this story, the minister
in the meeting of the Bible Society
bowed to the chairman, and said: "Sir,
I am little Jack."
The Physician and the Patient.
The following account of the last
hours of a drunkard is said to be au-
thentic. It is enougho t make one's hair
stand on end, and the blood to curdle
in his veins, and to make a man vow on
the altar of temperance eternal hatred
to everything that can intoxicate.
There was a man once sober and
prosperous, who had a lovely and happy
family. As he lay upon his bed, groan-
ing under the burden of a guilty con-
science, and his family-they seem still
lovely, although reduced to beggary by
his infernal appetite-gathered weeping
around his bed, "I came," says the
physician," into the room."
Doctor," said he, "do you believe
there is a hell?" laying a strong em-
phasis on the last word as he repeated it.
"I certainly do," I replied. "I know
there is," rejoined he "I know
there is, for I feel it here; the worm
that can never dic-the fire that can
never be quenched-eternal punishment
-endless torments! I feel them: they
have begun to be my portion even in this
world." I suggested to him, that the
mercy of God was infinite, and would'
dered it to be given him. Seizing the
tumbler with a convulsive grasp, he
made an ineffectual attempt to carry it
to his mouth. Enraged at his repeated
failures, occasioned by the high excite-
ment of his nervous system, he uttered
a dreadful oath, and called upon his wife
for assistance. Before she could reach
the bed, with a fiendish laugh and a
hellish spite, he dashed from him the
tumbler; and muttering "Damnation !
Damnation!" fell back and expired.
The Painter and His Son.
A man must be very drunk not to
know his own son. There is a good
story of Jarvis the painter. Starting out
one day, with two or three companions,
for a spree, the ever-observing eye of the
painter was attracted by some boys at
play, and particularly one of those
geniuses "born to rule" who was the
leader. "Come here my man," cried
Jarvis; "what is your name?
"
My name is John, and I am not your
man," quickly answered the boy.
"John? why that is my name," said
Jarvis ; " what is your other name?"
"Wesley."
'John Wesley? that is my name too.
Any more names? the more the merrier."
Jarvis," said the boy.
'Jarvis? John Wesley Jarvis! Why,
who is your father?" was the earnest en-
quiry.
"He's Jarvis the painter, and mother
says he's a very bad man too.”
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Pointed Sermons.
More than one hundred years ago,
there graduated at Harvard University a
man by the name of Rawson, who sub-
sequently settled in the ministry at
Yarmouth, on Cape Cod.
He used to
preach very pointed sermons. Having
heard that some of his parishioners
were in the habit of making him the
subject of their mirth at a grog-shop, he
one Sabbath preached a discourse from
the text, And I was the song of the
drunkard." His remarks were of a very
moving character, so much so that many
of his hearers rose and left the house in
the midst of the sermon. A short time
afterwards the preacher delivered a dis-
course still more pointed than the first,
from the text, "And they, being con-
victed out of their own consciences,
went out one by one." On this occasion
no one ventured to retire from the as-
sembly, but the guilty ones resigned
themselves, with as good grace as pos-
sible, to the lash of their pastor.
The Patient Wiser than his
Physician.
Zion's-Herald relates a case of one
who became so low as to need the use
of stimulants. These the physician
prescribed. The patient got better
rapidly, and the doctor was congratu-
lating him on the favorable result of
his prescription, when his self-satisfac-
tion was marred by the information that
the whiskey was untouched, and that
beef-tea was the cause of the cure.
The patient was a sensible man, and
was the cause of the doctor becoming
one also, for the latter gave testimony
in a convention afterwards that beef-tea
might much better, ordinarily, be pre-
scribed where alcohol now is.
Pockets.
Why do the distillers continue in a
business which brings degradation and
curses upon their neighbors? Ans.
-Pockets.
Why are they not striving to promote
peace, prosperity, and good order? Ans.
-Pockets.
Why do they subject us to a greater
amount of taxation, in the shape of
crime, pauperism, and criminal trials,
than all other items of taxation put
together? Ans.-Pockets.
Why do they urge and entice young
men to drink, and thus ruin them for
ever? Ans.-Pockets.
once
The Rev. Dr. Phillips and his Hearer.
When Doctor Phillips was
preaching on the subject of intempe-
rance, a woman at the close of the sermon
stood up and exclaimed, "It's all true,
it's all true, it's all true! But put a
glass of brandy before me, and if I were
to be hanged or dainned the next mo-
ment I should drink it off!"
Pithy Logic.
"If there be any
Said a reformed man:
man who opposes the cause of tempe-
rance from conscientious motives, I will
ask him, and I will endeavor to con-
vince him of his error; I will bring him
to a garret in a loathsome lane, and I
will show him a corner where I, and my
wife, and family used to lie on a wad of
straw, almost naked, without food or
fire for days; and then I will lead him
in a respectable street, and, on arriving
at the drawing-room, I will show him a
well-dressed female and two children,
fat and healthy, surrounded by all that
can produce human happiness, and I
will tell him that these were the people
who lived in the garret I showed him.
Teetotalism took them by the hand and
brought them here; and would you ad-
vise them to go back again?"
Pledged.
"You complain of my taking the
pledge," said a reclaimed man in Kent,
England, to an anti-teetotal acquaint-
ance. Strong drink occasioned me to
have more to do with pledging than
tectotalism ever had. When I was
a consumer of alcoholic fluids, I
pledged my bed, I pledged my shirt,
everything that was pledgable, and
was losing every hope and blessing
when teetotal truth met and convinced
me of my folly. Then I pledged my
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self, and by so doing soon gained more | them out, and found they came to one
than my former property about me."
Practical Illustrations.
A man was lecturing in a school-
house out West on the evils of intem-
perance. A gentleman came to hear
the lecture, and was rather late, and he
saw a man who was intoxicated leaning
against the school-house. He enquired
his name. He gave it. Why," said the
gentleman, "that is the name of the man
who is lecturing inside.” "Yes," said
he, "that man's my brother."
"How
comes it to pass your brother is lectur-
ing inside the school-house on intempe-
rance, and you drunk outside?" "I'll ex-
plain," said he with a very thick tongue:
"My brother goes round lecturing on
intemperance, and I go along to give
practical illustrations."
The Quaker and the Drunkard.
A Quaker was once advising a drun-
kard to leave off his habit of drinking
intoxicating liquors.
Quaker. "It is just as easy as to
thy hand, friend."
Drunkard. "Convince me of that, and
I will promise upon my honor to do as
you tell me."
shilling; then turning to his slate, and
finding a charge of ninepence for three
glasses of rum against the husband, de-
ducted it and paid her the remaining
three cents. She besought him to think
of her half-starved children, but she
pleaded in vain. Talk about moral sua-
sion with such men! They would take
the coins from the eyes of a corpse,
if there were three of them, to pay for
the last glass which sent the victim to
his early grave.-Stillwater Gazette.
Rum.
The following panegyric on rum shows,
not only how it was viewed by some of our
countrymen more than eighty years ago,
but how it is viewed by some in our
own day. The ironical dress in which
it appears may take the attention of
some who would not read merely for
the sake of the truth, and thus fix a use-
ful sentiment in their minds against
their inclinations.
(From the Federal Gazette.)
AN ORATION IN PRAISE OF rum.
Delivered at a Commencement held in the Uni-
versity of Pennsylvania on July 30, 1789.
"Can you tell me how to do it?" said
Humanity and justice conspire to
the slave of the appetite.
lead us to take the part of the persecut-
opened and oppressed. Under the influence
of these principles I come forward this
day to defend a much-injured character.
Many and formidable have been its
enemies. Secret calumnies and public
scandal, private associations and public
testimonies, ridicule and satire, poetry
and prose, paragraphs and pamphlets,
dreams and dialogues, and even prints
themselves, have all been employed to
destroy it. The character I allude to
is that universal friend to mankind,
Rum.
Quaker. "Well, friend, when thou find-
est any vessel of intoxicating liquor
in thy hand, open the hand that contains
it before it reaches thy mouth, and thou
wilt never be drunk again." Surely this
was a simple remedy. The toper was
so pleased with the plain advice that he
followed it and became a sober man.
The Quintessence of Meanness.
A clergyman related the following
anecdote, which several of his hearers
afterwards fully confirmed: A lady, the
wife of a poor inebriate, the mother of
several half-starved children, went to a
grocery to sell some rags, that she might
obtain the means of giving her children
something to eat. The grocer weighed
It is no small mortification to me that
I am not able to trace the invention of
this noble liquor to its author; nor am
I able to mention the country in which
the worm and the still were first dis-
covered. Gratitude must here, there-
fore, be silent. Some people have,
with more ill-nature than wit, ascribed
the invention of rum to the devil. These
people tell us that his satanic majesty,
having invented gunpowder and paper
money, was at a loss to know how to
'introduce them into general use, until
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་་ If
you wish to inherit your father's lands,
Pray wash your throat before your hands."
he set up a distillery and made rum, | the adage of the planters in South Caro-
which served as a vehicle for the other lina-
two articles, and hence they say they
have travelled hand in hand together in
all countries. I shall not stop to de-
termine whether this account of the ori-
gin of rum be true or false, but shall
leave the enquiry to be settled by that
great friend to gunpowder, the late King
of Prussia, and by the advocates for
paper money in the State of Rhode Is-
land.
The use of rum is not only very an-
cient, but universal. It is the arrack of
China, the gin of Holland, the brandy
of France, and the whiskey of Scotland,
Ireland, and the United States.
I shall now mention a few of the ex-
cellent qualities and uses of this uni-
versal liquor.
Ist. Rum is an antidote to care; and
everybody knows how much of this is
the portion of every human creature.
No sooner does this cordial thrill
through the blood than poverty loses
all its evils, and the dun and the sheriff
cease to be terrible. Rum is moreover
the opiate of domestic trouble. In vain
does a husband abuse his wife, or a
wife waste the property of her husband,
in a country where rum is to be had at
a moderate price. This invaluable li-
quor, like the water of Lethe, causes
them both to forget injuries of every
kind, and while they are under its in-
fluence (provided they take enough to
put them to sleep) they live in har-
mony with each other.
2d. Rum is the fuel of courage; of
this the British army exhibited many
proofs during the late war, it being a
constant practice with the British gene-
rals always to give their soldiers a dram
just before they led them on to battle.
To this liquor, therefore, we are to as-
cribe the many gallant exploits that
were performed by the British army in
America; such as the burning of Char-
lestown, New London, and Norfolk,
and, above all, the bravery with which
they extirpated old men and women,
and even the ministers of the Gospel,
when they were detected in administer-
ing support to the late unnatural rebel-
lion.
3d. Another excellence peculiar to
rum is its specific virtues (as we are
told) in preventing intermitting fevers.
Without it, it has been said, it would
have been impossible to have settled or
cultivated the Southern States. Hence
The throat in this instance is always
to be washed with raw rum.
Its great
utility in preserving the planters from
the effects of the damp and unwhole-
some air of the morning, has given it
the medical name of an antifogmatic.
The quantity taken every morning is in
an exact proportion to the thickness of
the fog and the dampness of the atmos-
phere. The degrees of each of these
are measured by the report of a negro
slave who has been exposed to them in
the morning. But the time, we hope, is
not very distant when these fogs will
be measured with much more accuracy
by an instrument to be called a fog-
rometer, and which is to be graduated
by gills, half-pints, and quarts. A more
minute account of this instrument shall
be given as soon as the law for protect-
ing and rewarding discoveries is passed
by the United States.
4th. Again, rum is a republican
liquor. This character, I know, has been
given to beer and cider. But I deny the
propriety of the epithet; these expen-
sive liquors can be afforded only by the
rich and luxurious, and of course are
never drunk in mixed or truly republi-
can companies. Rum, like death, is a
universal leveller. It brings the noble-
man and the porter together in the same
cellar in London, and it leads the mer-
chant, the lawyer, the doctor, and the
beggar to meet upon equal terms in
taverns and tippling-houses.
rum, therefore, continues to be the drink
of Americans, it will be for ever unne-
cessary for the Congress to exercise the
power which has been given to them
of protecting each State in the enjoy-
ment of its republican form of govern-
ment.
While
5th. Let me not forget to mention in
this place the influence of rum in gov-
ernment. It is this which unites the
tongue, the hands, and the fect of the
country politician. It is this which in-
spires him with eloquence, and furnish-
es him with all his ideas of the horrors
of aristocratical and kingly power. It
is this noble liquor which pulls down
old governments, and which opposes
the establishment of new ones, when
they run counter to the inclinations of
the people. It is true the Federal Gov-
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ernment was established by means of | may rum be the milk of her old age;
but if a premature death awaits her,
may she, oh! may she expire in an
ocean of rum.
beer and cider, without the aid of rum;
but it is equally true that this Govern-
ment could not be set in motion with-
out it. Witness the reduction of the
duty upon rum and molasses by the
Congress of the United States. Our
wise rulers knew too well its manifold
uses to lessen its consumption by an
extravagant tax.
We have been told by some physi-
cians that rum produces a great number
of diseases, such as dropsies, palsies,
epilepsies, apoplexies, madness, and
the like. I grant this to be the case
where rum is drunk diluted with water
in grog, toddy, and punch. But raw
rum never produces this terrible group
of disorders, especially when it is taken
in a sufficient quantity. No man ever
complained of palsy, epilepsy, dropsy,
apoplexy, or madness who drank his
two quarts of rum in a day; or if he
did, his complaints were of very short
continuance. The words of the poet,
therefore, with a little alteration, apply
to my subject with as much propriety
as they do to the treasurers of know-
ledge:
"Drink deep, or taste not the distiller's spring-
A little spirit is a dangerous thing;
For shallow draughts produce disease and pain,
But drinking deep dispels them both again.'
ea
We are told, further, that rum is an im-
proper drink in harvest, and that molas-
ses and water, vinegar and water, milk
and water, and small beer, should be given
to reapers instead of it. May the advo-
cates for these colicky liquors never know
the pleasures of drinking anything else!
For my part, I pity them, and hope that
the inhabitants of the United States will
always have good sense enough to pre-
fer the rosy face of rum to the pale and
squalid looks which are imparted to
the countenance by the vapid liquors
Hail
which have been mentioned.
great, ancient, and universal cordial!
Thou art the liquor of life; thou art the
opiate of care; the composer of family
troubles; the fuel of courage; the anti-
dote to fevers; the enemy of aristocratic
pride; and the life and soul of republi-
can forms of government! In spite of
the ravings and declamations of cynics
and madmen, may thy influence be per-
petual in the United States! Whether
a short or a long life await our country,
may she never want the blessings of
rum! If she is destined for long life,
The Reformed Judge.
Judge Smith of Medina, Ohio, a man
of splendid genius and talents, an able
jurist, was such a drunkard and so de-
not live with
based his wife could
him, and obtained a bill of divorce, af-
ter which he sank lower and lower,
till he reached the bottom, and none
were so poor as to do him reverence."
But the Washingtonians visited that re-
gion, and their coming was a great
blessing to him. He reformed and
signed the pledge. He was soon ele-
He
vated to his former condition.
sought out her who had obtained a bill
of divorce from him; they were remar-
The
ried in the presence of hundreds.
family was a domestic Eden, for para-
dise was regained, and he became a
public advocate of the cause of tempe-
rance.
The Result of the First Drop.
The Rev. James Sherman, successor
of Rowland Hill at Surrey Chapel,
London, relates the following tale of
woe that came under his own observa-
tion:
Many awful consequences have re-
sulted from partaking of the first drop
pressed upon the lips of a child by an
affectionate mother. I can state on
this subject an appalling fact which
came within my own knowledge. I
was intimately acquainted with a young
man of open, ingenuous, honest, up-
right character. A deep and sincere
affection subsisted between us. He
corresponded with me under the name
of Jonathan, and I with him under the
name of David; from this you may
judge that our attachment was of the
strongest kind. He went out into life;
but, unhappily, he thought that a little
drop might be taken after dinner with
safety, and that he might take a little
drop more at night. Thus he began by
taking little drops. And his wife en-
couraged him to do so, under the im-
pression that it would do him good.
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But a fatal habit was formed. The
love of drink increased. His business,
which was one of high respectability
and profit, began to be neglected; his
clerks and domestics, for want of proper
superintendence, became negligent.
His affairs went to ruin. He became
a bankrupt. Some time ago I saw
him in the vestry of Spafields Chapel. |
I had been preaching from those words,
"The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth
from all sin." One of the servants came
and told me that a person was waiting
to see me who had sent in his name.
I was surprised, as I had not heard of
him for years. But, oh! what a change
did I discover in him. His face was
bloated and diseased; he was in rags;
he had every appearance of poverty and
misery. I asked him what had be-
come of his wife. "Oh!" said he, "she is
ruined!" of his children: "Oh! they
are all ruined! ruined by my drunken-
ness!"
I did not see him again for three
months, and then I found him in
Coldbath Fields prison. The tale which
he told the governor was enough to
melt a heart of stone, and contains
some particulars too affecting for re-
cital, and I make the statement to de-
ter you from taking the first step in the
use of intoxicating liquors, and to con-
vince you that the safest plan is,
"Touch not, taste not, handle not.”
General Riley.
The following amusing account of
the general we take from a Michigan
paper:
General Riley of Rochester, who has
for many years been a temperance
lecturer (on his own hook), has been
visiting the several villages of our
county; and we must, in justice to
him, say that no man, this many a day,
has talked to the people more accept-
ably than this gentleman. General
Riley has formerly been known as a
gentleman of wealth and of enviable
reputation in the community in which
he has resided; and, as far as human
eye can see, he appears actuated by the
pure and exalted purpose of benefit-
ting his fellow-men. The way he talks
to "rumsellers" (to use his own phrase)
is a caution; and the beauty of it is, he
does it all so keenly and so pleasantly
as to take with the rumseller as well as
with everybody else. He will get upon a
hogshead or dry-goods box in the street,
and talk to folks, if no house is open
for him big enough. He makes rum-
sellers laugh and roll out their "stuff"
into the streets. He takes the ground
that no licenses should be granted by
law to sell intoxicating drinks. And
we were surprised to see a very large
and promiscuous audience in the court-
house very nearly unanimous in sus-
taining that position. This shows a
healthy progress in public sentiment.
General Riley pays folks week days
one shilling an hour to hear him talk,
rumsellers eighteen pence, bar-tenders
nine pence. He says rumsellers often
take the money; but in every case he
has heard of it has made a good Wash-
ingtonian of him. The general has
travelled ten States at the East. He is
now making a triumphal tour through-
out the West. We commend him most
heartily to our brethren everywhere;
no man, however, is better able to
push his own way.
We almost forgot to say that the gen-
eral has had struck a very beautiful
temperance medal, with the "Old Oaken
Bucket" on one side, with appropriate
inscriptions.
GENERAL RILEY AND MR. JONES.
General Riley spent one day in New-
ark, Ohio, in March, 1844, and gave three
addresses. When the general was lec-
turing at the canal bridge, a man named
Jones appeared with a bottle in his
hand. The eye of the general caught
him; he instantly turned to address
him. Meanwhile every eye was fix-
ed on Jones, who raised, in defiance,
the bottle over his head, swallowed
its contents, and soon staggered off in
triumph. In about three days after
this scene Mr. Jones left this world, and
has gone to render up his account to
God.
GENERAL RILEY AND THE FINE.
General Riley, who was fined for lec-
turing on temperance in the streets of
New London, writes a letter on the sub-
ject, in which he shows up the general
character of the place in no very favor-
able light. Judging from his descrip-
tion, New London would do no credit
to the darkest corner of our country.
He says, among other things, that the
chief business of New London is the
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whale-fishery; one of the individuals | thinks they all suit my case 'zackly, and
thus engaged said to an active tempe- I b'lieve I'll take a little of all on 'em,
rance man: "I don't wish anything said 'cept the two last; for I have no money,
to my men on the subject of tempe- and I never wants to be trusted, land-
rance, for I can make better bargains lord."
with them when drunk than when so-
ber."
The Rumseller's Devices.
One imagines that a rumseller, to im-
mortalize his name and profession, gets
out his splendid signs in order to at-
tract attention and secure customers.
A seeker of rum beholds it, and he
enters and enquires of the man in the
bar, "What do you keep here good to
drink?" He is answered, "Good to
drink? Almost everything. Look at
my bottles, and see how they are marked,
and suit yourself." "You read 'em, land-
lord." Well, here, you see, are fifteen
decanters, all full of good stuff. They
are numbered and labelled as follows:
'No. I.
Drink if you are dry, and it
will wet you.
"No. 2. Drink if you are wet, and it
will dry you.
"No. 3. Drink if you are cold, and it
will warm you.
"No. 4. Drink if you are warm, and it
will cool you.
"No. 5. Drink when you are sad, and
it will make you jolly.
"No. 6. Drink if you are jolly, and it
will keep you from being sad.
"No. 7. Drink if you are rich, for you
can afford it.
"No. 8. Drink if you are poor, and
you will soon feel rich.
"No. 9. Drink if you are young, for
now is the time to begin to learn.
"No. 10. Drink when you are old, for
you will soon have to stop drinking.
The Rumseller's Dream.
"Well, wife, this is too horrible! I
cannot continue this business any
longer."
"Why, dear, what's the matter now ?"
"Oh! such a dream, such a rattling of
dead men's bones, such an army of
starved mortals, so many murderers,
such cries, and shricks, and yells, and
such horrid gnashing of teeth and glar-
ing of eyes, and such blazing fire, and
such devils. Oh! I cannot endure it
My hair stands on end, and I am so
filled with horror I can scarcely speak.
Oh! if ever I sell rum again !"
My dear, you are frightened."
"Yes indeed am I; another such a
night will I not pass for worlds."
My dear, perhaps-"
Oh! don't talk to me. I am deter-
mined to have nothing more to do with
rum, anyhow. Do you think, Tom
Wilson came to me with his throat cut
from ear to ear, and such a horrid gash,
and it was so hard for him to speak, and
so much blood, and, said he, See here,
Joe, the result of your rumselling. My
blood chilled at the sight, and just then
the house seemed to be turned bottom
up; the earth opened, and a little imp
took me by the hand, saying, Follow me.
As I went, grim devils held out to me
cups of liquid fire, saying, Drink this.
I dared not refuse. Every draught set
me in a rage. Serpents hissed on each
side, and from above reached down
their heads and whispered, Rumseller.
On and on the imp led me through a
narrow pass. All at once he paused
and said, Are you dry? Yes, I replied.
Then he struck a trap-door with his foot,
and down, down we went, and legions
of fiery serpents rushed after us, whis-
pering, Rumseller, rumseller! Atlength
we stopped again, and the imp asked
me as before, are you dry? Yes, I re-
plied. He then touched a spring-a
door flew open. What a sight! There
were thousands, ay, millions of old
"No. 15. Drink nothing if you have no worn-out rum-drinkers, crying most pi-
money; for No trust here,' you see, is teously, Rum, rum, give me some rum!
written on the door. Now, sir, which When they saw me, they stopped a mo-
will you be helped to ?" "Why-hem-I'ment to see who I was. Then the imp
"No. 11. Drink if you are in debt and
in trouble, and you will soon forget
your sorrows.
"No. 12. Drink if your wife and chil-
dren are at home freezing and starving,
for your temperance neighbors will not
let them suffer.
“No. 13. Drink to-day, if you die to-
morrow.
"No. 14. Drink, if you have but your
last sixpence in your pocket, for I
want it.
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cried out, so as to make all shake again, | for a daily supply of soup, presenting a
Rumseller! and, hurling me in, shut the certificate according to custom. "Whose
door. For a moment they fixed their name is this to your certificate?" enquir-
ferocious eyes upon me, and then utter-ed the man with the ladle. 'Mr.
ed in a united yell, Damn him! which
filled me with such terror I awoke.
There, wife, dream or no dream, I will
never sell another drop of the infernal
stuff. I will no longer be accessory to
the miseries that come upon men in
consequence of the traffic in intoxicating
drinks. I will not."
Railroad to Ruin.
Surveyed by avarice; chartered by
county commissioners; freighted with
drunkards; with grog-shops for de-
pots, rumsellers for engineers, bar-tend-
ers for conductors, and landlords for
stockholders; fired up with alcohol,
and boiling with delirium tremens.
The groans of the dying are the thun-
ders of the trains, and the shrieks of
women and children are the whistle of
its engines.
By the help of God we will reverse
the steam, put out the fire, annul the
charter, and save the freight.
The Rumseller and His Sons.
A man in Massachusetts spent his
days in selling rum, to lay up property
for his family. The wife of one of his
customers used often to come to him,
and entreat him not to sell it to her hus-
band. But for reasons like those given
by the rum-dealers generally, he con-
tinued to sell to the man, and at length
died, leaving a great estate. His oldest
son went out with his part of the pro-
perty to Ohio, set up in trade, and flour-
ished away, till he soon became a drun-
kard, and died. His next brother took
his place, flourished for a time, became
a drunkard, and died. His next, and
only brother took his place, and be-
came a miserable drunkard, staggering
about the streets.
A Rumseller not a Reputable Person.
At Philadelphia a poor woman late-
ly made application to a soup society
the tavern-keeper," said the woman.
"We are required not to give out soup,
unless the certificate is signed by some
reputable person," said the other; "and
we don't consider grog-sellers as re-
spectable citizens.” The woman re-
turned to the tavern-keeper, and told
him what had been said, when he took
the certificate to a neighbor for his sig-
nature, complaining grievously that his
own name was not sufficient to get a
dish of soup for a poor woman.
whose trade is to make people poor
are seldom credited with honesty when
they profess to feel for the sufferings of
the poor.
The Rumseller's Diary.
Men
I have long wished, says one, that
some pious rumseller would keep a
diary, to be published for the benefit
of survivors after he had gone to settle
accounts with his dead customers at the
tribunal of his Judge. Perhaps it is no
great matter, as it would be easy to in-
vent one. It would commence thus:
"A very respectable trade mine; the
Prime Minister and Chancellor of Ex-
chequer sleeping partners-shame on
them, to run away with so much of the
profit under the name of excise! Male
and female, clergy and laity, all influ-
ential, my best customers; they can say
nothing against my trade while they en-
courage it."
Let us turn to another page: "Dec.
26. Up early this morning to give
morning drams to thirsty soakers, who
had been powerfully refreshed, last
night being Christmas. My son told
me to-day that, in three hours, he
heard two hundred blasphemies in
our shop; strange that people keep all
their newly-coined oaths to swear them
off in my shop.-Dec. 30. Lost two of
my customers to-day; one by delirium
tremens, the other by a drunken fall;
a coroner's inquest was held on the
first, and a verdict returned, ' Died by
the visitation of God'―the god Bacchus,
of the year, led to make a few reflec-
I suppose.-Dec. 31. On this last day
tions-very odd that so many of my
customers desert me for the work-
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about nine hundred and sixty dol-
lars. Convinced that he was one among
the number engaged in making drun-
kards, he had abandoned the traffic, and
for one year had kept wine and brandy
to sell as medicine only, but found he
could do this no longer, as the drun-
kard would send a boy to say, I want
it for medicine, and then get tipsy."
A Rumseller a Good Citizen,
The Rev. John Chambers, of Phila-
delphia, in his speech before the Ameri-
can Union, said:
house and some for the mad-house; | sold, mortgaged, and deeded to sons;
wonder what will become of the poor and the merchant's own loss in bad
fellow who went from my counter, and debts, on account of intemperance, was
set fire to his neighbor's corn-stack?
Hope he won't go the same road as my
old couple, poor creatures! who cut
the lodger's throat to sell his body for
drink, for I would lose his custom. N.
B.-Attended to-day the funerals of two
good customers, who complained of a
pain in the side-some say they died of
a liver complaint. Cannot understand
how my eldest son, only eighteen, who
assists me in the shop, has become a
drunkard, though I gave him good ad-
vice not to drink spirits at all, except
the least drop in the world. Very awk-
ward that no medicine cures my eyes,
so that I wear goggles. Joshua Mim,
the Quaker, had the impudence to tell
me,If thee would wear thy goggles 'A dealer in liquor was tried for some
on thy mouth instead of thy eyes, crime, convicted, and sentenced by
thy eyes would get better'; while so Judge Parsons. The next day a lawyer
many old customers are dying off, hap- waited on the judge, and told him he
py to see their places filled by sons and could show him a defect in the proceed-
daughters, imitating their parents no- ings, wherefore the man should be re-
bly in supporting a trade countenanced leased. 'Oh!' said the judge, 'that
by the best in the land, and licensed as matter's settled.' 'But,' said the law-
honest and honorable by the wise laws | yer, 'he is a worthy man.' 'A worthy
of my country."
man,' said the judge, 'and make drunk-
I have done with the rumseller's dia-ards?' But,' said the lawyer, 'he is a
ry, only observing that any representa- good citizen.' 'A good citizen,' said the
tion which even he could give of the judge, and fill up our jails and alms-
destructive influence of his trade would houses, cause men to commit murder
be far below the truth, as he cannot lift and arson and every iniquity? That
the curtain from the place of the lost, question's settled, sir, and the man must
and see the effects of his calling there; abide by the law.' The name of that
as he cannot open our ears to the weep-judge was Parsons, and may God send
ing and wailing of the pit of despair, to us more such parsons as these!"
hear the drunkard crying, like Dives,
"Father Abraham, have mercy upon
me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip
the tip of his finger in water, and cool
my tongue, for I am tormented in this
flame."
The Rumseller and His Customers.
The Rumseller Cursed.
It was thought by a good many that
Nelly had lost her reason. She soon
found out that Barney, her husband, got
rum at our shop, and sure enough she
brought her four little children, and,
standing close to the shop-door, she
A merchant in Vermont stated that, cursed Uncle Zeik, and made them do
"after dealing in ardent spirits fourteen so too. Whenever she met him in the
years, and examining his accounts and road, she used to stop short, and say over
the effect of this traffic on his customers, a form she had. She made the chil-
he found that out of six hundred and dren obey her. When he'd gone by,
forty-three customers two hundred and they'd move their lips, though you could
four had become drunkards and tip-not hear a word, and raise up their
plers; a number had died suddenly;
one perished on his way home, on a
cold winter evening; twenty farms and
mechanics' establishments had been
hands and eyes, just as their mother had
taught them. When I thought these
children were calling down the ven-
geance of heaven upon Uncle Zeik for
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having made them fatherless, it fairly, I formed the habit which has ruined me
made my blood run cold. After the for this world and the next, and when I
death of her husband she did not use to am dead and gone, my beggared wife and
curse him, but she used to come and sit ruined children will remember you!" It
upon the horse-block before our shop, must have been like a thunderbolt, like
and sing:
an earthquake shock, to the rumseller.
But that is not all. The Avenger of blood
will remember him: "When he maketh
inquisition for blood, he remembereth
them he forgetteth not the cry of the
humble.”
"He dug a pit as deep as hell,
And into it many a drunkard fell;
He dug the pit for sordid pelf,
And into that pit he'll fall himself.”
Dr. Tilton said that Nelly was right,
and that Uncle Zeik would fall into his
own pit afore he died.—Sargent's Tales.
The Rumseller and His Victim.
Ten thousand instances might be ad
duced to show that the rumseller is un-
merciful. We take the following from
Mr. Hardin's report in the House of
Representatives in Illinois. It was as
follows:
:
The Retailer and His Victim.
If there be any man of principle-any
lover of his fellow-men, who would sac-
rifice his own interest to add to the hap-
piness of others-now engaged in retail-
ing intoxicating liquors to the erring
part of the human family, under whose
eye this humble sheet shall fall, let him
be entreated to read with care the fol-
lowing lines, which faithfully portray
the death-bed scene of more than one
drunkard; and then, in his hours of
serious meditation-for there are but
few, if any, engaged in this man-destroy-
days of serious reflection—let him ask
himselt if in the trying moments of
death, he can satisfy his conscience and
his God that he has acted well his part
on the stage of life, and is ready and
prepared to meet beyond the grave, face
to face, those whose custom had made
him rich or given him support on earth
by exchanging with him the avails of
their hard labor for what has destroyed
them and beggared their families?
"A man dependent upon his daily
exertions for his support would, on an
idle winter day, go into a grocery, be-
come intoxicated so that he could not
walk, remain there until the grocery-ing traffic who do not have hours, ay,
keeper was about to shut up his shop
for the night, and then he would be
rolled out of the door by the very man
who had sold him the liquor which in-
toxicated him. When he was found in
the morning, the frost had penetrated
his system; his feet and hands were
frost-bitten; his limbs were afflicted
with rheumatism; and, as a necessary
consequence, he becomes a confirmed
pauper, and is compelled to live on
the pittance allowed him by the county
or on the charity of the benevolent.
This is no picture of fancy, and ex-
amination will prove that the large
majority of the cases of pauperism in
Illinois, although they may not be so
aggravated in their features, still will
point to the enticements of a grocery
as the cause of their inability to support
themselves."
The Rumseller Remembered.
A rumseller once visited a victim of
his murderous traffic on his death-bed,
and inquired of him, "Do you know
me?"
'Yes," said the dying man with
startling emphasis, "I do remember
you, and I remember your shop, where
THE RETAILER AND HIS VICTIM.
The hand of death was on him. There
he lay
In
Of
On
utter agony, upon his bed
straw; his sunken eye, upturned
and fixed
vacancy; his mouth distended
wide;
And gasping oft for breath, like a shot
bird
Beneath a noonday sun. His face-
how wan!
While o'er it fleetly passed, like a black
cloud
Over a sterile waste, the darkling frown
Of hopeless, deep despair. Around
him stood
His sobbing offspring-noisy in their
woe;
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And as their cries burst from each ach- | Might still have labored on to gather
ing heart,
Their clamor seemed to shake the hovel's The treasures of the soil, and cast them,
roof.
Forsaken ones! No mother had they
there
To hush them still in love.
man
The dying
Had bid them all adieu. Had cast
them forth
Upon the bleak, wide world, unguar- |
dianed heirs
To a poor beggar's will-a drunkard's
name.
There entered one, with reckless step
and look
That boldly mocked this touching, har-
rowing scene.
He gazed, with tearless eye and blanch-
less cheek,
Upon the wreck which he himself had
made;
Then, seizing on his victim's 'quivering
hand,
Which seemed instinctively to dread his
touch,
With saintly voice, but fiendish heart,
he asked,
'My neighbor, know'st thou ME?" Loud
groans replied
In tones of piercing sound. The suffer-
er turned,
And fixing on his visitor an eye
That told unutterable things, he said:
"Know you! Alas! alas! too well I do.
You! who have stripped me of my earth-
ly all;
Have beggared me and mine; have
made my life
A hell on earth; and now for me have
oped
up
grateful,
In my partner's lap, a future store
For yonder helpless orphans; that this
hut,
Which charity to me has kindly loaned-
That I might here be sheltered from the
storm,
And close my outcast days beneath a
roof-
By you has been exchanged for that
which once
Was mine-mine by the purchase of my
daily toil.
And now, begone! my spirit loathes thy
sight;
But stop-remember we must meet
again!
Meet at the bar of Him whose searching
ken
Has marked you, every step. Till then,
farewell."
He ceased. His face was flushed; and
in his eye
There shone a brightness not of earth,
which passed,
Like swift and fiery arrows, through the
soul
Of him who, trembling, listened. He
had poured
The scorching torrent of his curses out,
Till it had dried the secret fount of life;
And thus, while burning in his fires-
he died!
CHARLES W. DENISON.
Red Curtains.
In speaking of a clerical friend who
The burning portals of a hell to come!
Look at this frame, so weak and hag-possesses a very rubicund countenance,
gard now;
Look at this hovel, squalid misery's
den;
At those dear innocents, and list their
sobs;
Then hence-and to the spot you call
your home;
But, as you go, tread lightly o'er the
grave
Of my lost, murdered wife: when there,
reflect
That, but for knowing you, I now might
have
A frame as healthy and as strong as
yours;
That the same hand you have now dared
to touch,
a gentleman said: "I don't think he
drinks. I know that he doesn't, for he
told me so; but he probably sleeps in a
bed with very red curtains.
Rumsellers and Russians.
The religion of the Russian is said to
be more a matter of belief and ceremo-
nial than of action. He will commit a
robbery and forthwith proceed to church
to cross and prostrate himself, and not
improbably he will repeat the crime at
the first opportunity. This seems very
much like the religion of the rumseller...
He will rob and poison his fellow-crea-
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tures all the week, and on Sunday take | acquaintance who invited him to take a
one of the highest seats in the syna- glass of grog. Pat declined, and gave
gogue, and go through all the outward as a reason of his refusal that he had
forms of devotion as sanctimoniously as joined the temperance society in Cork
though he cared not a cent for any- before leaving Ireland. His friend said
body's soul except his own.
"that was of no consequence, as a
pledge given in Ireland was not binding
here." To this piece of left-handed mor-
ality Patrick indignantly retorted: "Do
ye suppose whin I brought me body to
America I'd be afther laving me sowl in
Ireland?".
Red Eyes.
A man whose eyes were very red
asked a member of a temperance society
to take some bitters." He refused,
saying: "If I should, my eyes would
soon be as red as yours."
Rum Slavery.
"If you mean to live long," said a
physician to his patient, "you must ab-
stain from these spirituous liquors." A
week had scarcely elapsed when they
again met. "Well," asked the physi-
cian," have you attended to my advice?"
"I have indeed, doctor," was the reply,
"and if I persevere, I certainly shall
live longer than ever man existed upon
earth. I have abstained for seven days,
and they have been longer than any
seven years of my life.
This poor
creature intended to be witty, but told a
deplorable truth, i.e., that such had
been the intellectual misery to which he
had reduced himself, that, abstracted
from his destroying habit, the tedium of
a year was condensed into the space of
a day.
The Ruling Passion.
A clergyman in Philadelphia stated
to his people that a poor woman in
Southwark lost her child. Her kind
neighbors procured a decent coffin and
shroud, and had the child prepared for
interment, but soon after they left the
house the mother removed the child
from the coffin, disrobed it of its shroud,
and then went out and pawned both
articles for rum.
Real Grit.
A son of the Emerald Isle, on his arri-
val in New York, met with an old
Religion and Rum.
We know at least two churches in this
city, says the editor of a New York
paper, whose lower stories are bot-
tling establishments. We suggest for
inscription over the doors the old
rhymes:
There's a spirit above, and a spirit below-
A spirit of love and a spirit of woe:
The spirit above is the spirit Divine,
But the spirit below is the spirit of wine."
A Regular Practitioner.
said he had finished his Rumegate educa-
A member of a temperance society
tion in South Carolina, and was a regu-
lar practitioner at the bar for fifteen
years.
The Rumseller's Wife.
Upon a freezing winter's night, while
raged without the storm,
A lady sat and mused alone within her
parlor warm ;
A
cheerful fire blazed on the hearth,
she sat on cushioned seat,
And carpet of the richest loom was
underneath her feet;
For wealth was hers, and servants came
and went at her command;
Yet sadly now she leaned her brow
upon her jewelled hand.
The anguish that was in her soul be-
trayed itself in tears ;
And thus she murmured low, "O
Time! give back my early years-
Give back the days when I was free
from all this splendid show,
These outward signs of happiness
which only mock my woe.
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Oh! give me poverty and peace, 'the
life is more than meat,'
For steeped in wretchedness is now the
very bread I eat.
"To feed and pamper me, to fill my
home with warmth and light,
How many hearths are desolate, and
cold and dark to-night;
To make my infant's cradle soft, to
guard his sunny head
With tenderness, how many babes are
ill-supplied with bread;
That I may be a rich man's wife, and
costly garments wear,
How many a worse than widowed one
is bowed to-night with care,
Whose very tears refuse to flow, the
fresh'ning fountain dry,
Whose only hope of better days is
anchored in the sky;
"That I may know luxurious ease, and
rest on downy bed,
How many a patient mother toils with
weary hand and head;
And worse than all her poverty, than
toil more hard to bear,
She pines without his sympathy whose
lot she still must share,
And sighs to see the gilding worn away
from love's bright chain,
Till heavily its links now press upon a
heart of pain ;
“And, thinking o'er the hopes of youth
that died so long ago,
Works on in mute despair, and tells to
none her tale of woe;
And yet, dejected one, thy fate I less
deplore than mine-
Better to pluck the poison fruit than
plant the poison vine;
And he to whom my lot is bound the
seed has broadcast sown,
Whose harvest red of bleeding hearts
the Reaper Death shall own."
'Twas thus the gentle lady mused, on
'bitter thoughts intent,
While plied the rumseller his trade till
far the night was spent ;
And when the foot-fall which she loved
in former years to hear
Came up the step, she shrank as if a
murderer drew near,
And inly groaned, "God help the heart
that trusts its peace for life
To such as him-woe, woe is me, the
Drunkard's Wife."
E. D.
Remedy for Drunkenness.
A man went home so drunk one night
that he had immediately to go to bed
His wife was a strong woman, and she
sewed him up in a blanket, then took a
cowhide, and with all her strength com-
menced beating the dust out of the
blanket, and the rum out of her hus-
band. Yells and screams came from
the blanket, but had no effect till the
husband was thoroughly sobered. The
result was good: he never got drunk
again.
A Remarkable Man.
At a temperance meeting recently
held in Alabama, Col. Lahmanousky,
who had been twenty-three years a
soldier in the armies of Napoleon Bona-
parte, addressed the meeting. He rose
before the audience, tall, erect, and
vigorous, with the glow of health in his
face, and said: "You see before you a
man seventy-nine years old. I have
fought two hundred battles, have four-
teen wounds on my body, have lived
thirty days on horse-flesh, with the bark
of trees for my bread, snow and ice for
my drink, the canopy of heaven for my
covering, without stockings or shoes on
my feet, and with only a few rags for
my clothing. In the deserts of Egypt
I have marched for days with a burning
sun upon my naked head, feet blistered
in the scorching sand, and with eyes,
nostrils, and mouth filled with dust, and
with a thirst so tormenting that I have
torn open the veins of my arms and
sucked my own blood! Do you ask
how I could survive all these horrors?
dence of God, I owe my preservation,
I answer that, next to the kind provi-
my health and vigor, to this fact, that I
never drank a drop of spirituous liquor in
my life." And he continued,
"Baron
Larry, chief of the medical staff of the
French army, has stated it as a fact that
the six thousand survivors who safely
returned from Egypt were all men who
abstained from the use of ardent spirits."
Results of Perseverance.
Mr. Hunt, of North Carolina, said, at
a temperance meeting in New York,
that the lovers of rum are distinguished
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or inventing modes to obtain it. In
illustration, he said, a man in Orange
County, North Carolina, came home
with a keg of rum, but was immediately
summoned to attend court as a juror,
and he was greatly puzzled to know
what to do with his rum, for his wife,
being an intemperate woman, would
find it, though he should hide it. He
finally lashed a strap around it, and
suspended it from a beam high above
the good wife's reach; she, being lame
and infirm, was supposed unable to get
at the rum. After he was gone, she
placed the wash-tub underneath, and
took a gun loaded with a bullet, held
it underneath, and pulled the trigger;
the ball pierced the keg, and let down
the contents into the tub.
The Red-faced Lawyer.
A lawyer, in one of the cities, having
a very red face, which it was understood
was not the effects of drinking skim
milk, was told that he was not much
of a lawyer. 'Why, sir," said he, “I
have been called the deepest red lawyer
in the city.'
The Red-nosed Man and the Cheese.
A rather red-nosed man walked into
a store in the pleasant village of South-
bridge, the other day, and enquired for
cheese. "Walk into the other room
and select one for yourself," replied the
accommodating shop-keeper. The man
passed on, selected his cheese, put it
into his bag, returned into the front
shop, and laid it on the counter. Some
"cold water men who were present,
however, becoming rather suspicious,
determined to know what kind of cheese
the man kept. Accordingly, one of the
men managed so to move the bag that it
fell to the floor, when lo! the cheese
broke "all to smash"; the glass rattled,
the red-nosed man looked white, the
white shop-keeper looked red, and both
looked blue. The cold water men
looked on for a moment to witness
their confusion, and then departed,
leaving the cheese-dealer and his cus-
tomer"alone in their glory."
We would advise those who patron-
ize this cheese-shop in future to take
something better than a glass bottle to
get their cheese in.-Dew Drop.
The Modern Rumseller.
PRO.
Has a license to sell rum.
A legal right to sell rum.
Never intends to make a drunkard.
Minds his own business.
Is up early and late.
Eats the bread of carefulness.
Never tempts beyond what men are able
to bear.
Looks well to his mortgages.
Clothes well his wife and children.
Rides in a handsome carriage to church.
Supports the gospel.
Gives occasionally to the poor.
Is grieved at the death of a drunkard.
Pleads the good character of rumsellers
of former days.
Approves of moral suasion.
Expects to be saved.
CON.
Sells rum against the clearest light and
dictates of his own conscience and
remonstrances of four-fifths of his
neighborhood and entreaties of bro-
ken-hearted wives and famished chil-
dren.
Makes paupers and criminals.
Makes drunkards of the young.
Spreads a snare and trap for the re-
formed.
Hates the temperance reformation.
Rejoices in the downfall of a reformed
drunkard.
Denies moral obligation.
Calls legal action persecution.
Drives on through tears, and groans,
and blood.
Is troubled at a murder in his shop, but
drives on.
Is haunted by dreams and visions of
woe, but drives on.
Sees blood on his casks, and demons
around his shop, but drives on.
Hogshead after hogshead comes into his
shop, and there are streams of poison
spreading all around, and there is woe
and strife, and babblings and deaths,
but he heeds them not; he is bound
by a spell, and let what will come, he
sells rum.
A Mark upon the Rumseller.
"A mark should be set upon him."
Ay, that is it !—a mark! He should be
known in his true character of mercen-
ary poisoner. Honest men should shur
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him, and never visit his slaughter-house | make ship-wreck of all his fond hopes
of souls!
for evermore.
When he goes into the street let every "Bring me the professed follower
honorable man and woman avoid him of Christ, and I will blight and wither
as a walking pestilence. Let children every devotional feeling of the heart.
reflect "There goes a rumseller." "There I will corrupt the ministers of religion,
is the man who, for three cents, will sell and defile the purity of the Church.
poverty, crime, and death!" "There is
"Bring me the patronage of the city
the man who murdered my father!" and of the courts of justice-let the mag-
"There is the man who broke my poor|istrates of the State and the Union be-
mother's heart!" "That monster re-
ceived my mother's last bed in pawn for
rum!"
"That man made a brute of my
fair-haired brother!" "But for that rob-
ber I should have a home!" "Let him
wear the livery of his master the devil!"
"Drive him into his den!" "There's
blood upon his fingers!"
Tho Rumseller and the Devil.
The following imaginary conversation
between the rumseller and the devil
appeared in the Christian at Work, and
as it is too good to be lost, we give it a
permanent place.
“THE RUMSELLER'S PROPOSAL TO THE
DEVIL.
come my patrons-let the law-makers
themselves meet at my table, and par-
ticipate in violation of law, and the
name of law shall become a hissing
and a by-word in the streets.
"Bring me, above all, the moral, re-
spectable man-if possible, bring the
moderate temperance man; though he
may not drink, yet his presence will
countenance the pretexts under which
our business must be masked-bring
him to our stores, oyster-saloons, cat-
ing-houses, and hotels, and the more
timid of our victims will then enter
without alarm. Yours faithfully,
"RUMSELLER."
REPLY.
MY DEAR BROTHER: I address you
by this endearing appellation, because
of the congeniality of our spirits, and
"DEAR SIR: I have opened apart of the great work we are both engaged
ments, fitted up with all the entice-in-the work of destruction. I most
ments of luxury, for the sale of rum,
brandy, gin, wine, beer, and all their
compounds. Our objects, though dif-
ferent, can be best attained by united
action. I therefore propose a copart-
nership. All I want of men is their
money. All the rest shall be yours.
Bring me the industrious, the sober,
the respectable, and I will return them
to you drunkards, paupers, and beggars.
Pring me the child, and I will dash
to carth the dearest hopes of the father
and mother.
"
"Bring me the father and the mother,
and I will plant discord between them,
and make them a curse and a reproach
to their children.
"Bring me the young man, and I will
ruin his character, destroy his health,
shorten his life, and blot out the highest
and purest hopes of youth.
Bring me the mechanic or the la-
borer, and his own money-the hard-
earned fruits of his toil-shall be made
to plant poverty, vice, and ignorance in
his once happy home.
"Bring me the warm-hearted sailor,
and I will send him on a lec-shore, and
cordially accept your proposals. For
five thousand years I sought in vain for
a man so fully after my own heart to do
my work among men. I even ran-
sacked the lowest depths of hell for a
devil who could and would do for me
the whole work of destruction. But lit-
tle success attended their efforts. My
minions always made some mistake, or
too soon showed the cloven foot. I
sent out the demon Murder and he
slew a few thousands, most generally
the helpless and innocent. Men turned
away with loathing from him, and his
mission was comparatively a failure.
"I bade my servant Lust go forth.
He led innocent youths and beautiful
maidens in chains-destroying virtue,
wrecking happiness, blasting charac-
ters, and causing untimely deaths and
dishonored graves. But even then
many of his victims escaped through the
power of God, my enemy.
"I sent out Avarice, and in his golden
chains some were bound; but men
learned to hate him for his meanness,
and comparatively few fell by him.
"The twin brothers, Pestilence and
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War, went forth, and Famine stole be-
hind them; but these three indiscrim-
inately slew the old and young, men,
women, and children-the good as well
as the bad-and heaven received as
many accessions as hell.
The Rash Young Man.
At a camp-meeting in the West an
attempt was made to remove a young
man from the camp-ground who had
become turbulent from intoxication.
He swore he would do as he pleased,
and that he had "money enough in his
pocket to buy hell." At length he
mounted his horse, as fractious as him-
self, and putting spurs to the animal,
it became frightened and ran away, and
his brains were dashed out against a tree
before he had rode fifty yards from the
preacher's stand. The sum of money
found in his pocket was less than fifty
cents; but that was sufficient, if ex-
pended for whiskey, as a beverage, to
entitle him, at least, to a home in that
hel! which he vauntingly felt himself
rich enough to purchase.
Ralph the Soldier.
WE copy the following interesting
sketch of his life from the British Tem-
"In sadness my Satanic heart mourned
over the probable loss of my crown and
kingdom, as I contemplated the tre-
mendous strides which the Gospel of
Jesus was making in saving men from
my clutches. But when I received
your kind letter, I shouted till the wel-
kin of hell echoed the shout, 'Eureka!
Eureka! I have found it! I have
found it.' Yes, my dear friend, I could
have embraced you a thousand times,
and I have given orders to reserve for
you a place nearest my person, the
most honorable seat in my kingdom. In
you are combined all the qualifications
of just such a friend and partner as I
have long wished for, and in your busi-
ness are all the elements of success.
Now shall my throne be forever estab-
lished. Only carry out your designs,
and you shall have money, though it be
wrung from the broken hearts of help-perance Recorder :
less women, and from the mouths of in-
nocent, perishing children. Though
you fill the jails, work-houses, and poor-
houses, though you crowd the insane
asylums, though you make murder, in-
cest, and arson to abound, and erect
scaffolds and gallows in every village,
town, and city, you shall have money.
I will also harden your heart, so that
your conscience will never trouble you.
You shall look upon blood, and even
shed it, without shame or anguish.
You shall think yourself a gentleman,
though men and women, your victims,
shall call you demon. You shall be
devoid of the fear of God, the horrors of
the grave, and the solemnities of eter-
nity, and when you come to me, your
works shall produce you a reward for
ever. All I claim is the souls of the
victims. Yours, to the very last,
"DIABOLUS."
Ruling Passion Strong in Trouble.
The following advertisement appear-
ed in the London Times: "Jane, your
absence will ruin all. Think of your
husband-your parents-your children.
Return-return-all may be well-hap-
py. At any rate, enclose the key of the
cupboard where the gin is."
"His father lived on a farm which
was well stocked for him by his pa-
rent, but who soon converted it into
strong drink. Driven from the farm,
he became a book-keeper in Manches-
ter, where Ralph, was born in 1797.
The only education he had was at a
Sabbath-school, his father being unable
to pay both the publican and the school-
master. At the age of thirteen, going
oft in quest of his parent to the ale-
house, he became a public-house singer
and a drunkard.
"At fifteen he enlisted as a soldier,
when he became increasingly dissi-
pated, and continued so until the age of
twenty-six. When in Edinburgh, con-
fined in the barracks for drunkenness,
he read a book which was lent to him,
entitled 'The Travels of True Godli-
ness,' which was the means of awaken-
ing him to his state as a sinner, with a
deep conviction of his lost and undone
state. He afterwards attended a sermon
in the Wesleyan Chapel by Dr. Beau-
mont, when this conviction was more
strongly felt, and in agony of mind he
left the chapel, and retiring alone into
a small class-room, he poured out his
spirit in prayer to God, and there re-
ceived a sense of pardoning mercy for
his past transgressions. From that time
he became a changed character in the
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regiment, going round the barracks, quoit-playing all day, he retired drunk
with the tracts, and endeavoring to to bed, and took poison to end his
check sin whenever he heard or saw it days. He lay on the bed in a dreadful
in his comrades. He was greatly per- condition, but was providentially re-
secuted at first, and having been a covered. At Hamilton, in Scotland,
leader in the service of Satan, and up to after drinking a bottle of double strong
all sorts of public-house games and Highland whiskey and thirteen glasses
songs, his companions were loath to of common whiskey at the canteen, he
lose him. Had there been a teetotal so- fell into a filthy muck-bin, and was
ciety at that time, he, in all probability, nearly smothered. On another occa-
had been spared stepping on that sion, after card-playing all the evening,
glassy sea of moderation which en- his companions left him so tipsy as to
gulfs so many of its promoters; he be unable to reach home, when the
now dreaded the idea of going to a landlord bundled him out neck and
public-house, but kept a little whiskey heels, and he laid until day-break with
in his regimental box, which married his feet on one side and his head on
men are allowed. This whiskey he used the other side of a drain, the water
occasionally to keep out cold, a drop passing over his body all night. One
of the good creature of God, as it was evening, when drunk, he purposely
then esteemed.
placed his head between the heels of a
"Ralph being very active in the Wes-vicious horse, who kicked him with
leyan church to which he had attached
himself, was often invited to the houses
of religious professors, who brought
forth the intoxicating draught from mis-
taken kindness, until the old serpent,
which had been coiled up by prayer,
began to uncoil himself again, crying,
give, give. As the intoxicating liquor
went in, zeal for religion went out, and
he became a backslider. At the end of
about sixteen months, when, having
been overtaken by a storm one drench-
ing night from Leeds to York, the ser-
vants of the inn having often been well
paid by him in the capacity of officer's
servant, offered him a tumbler of brandy,
he supposing it to have been brandy
and water.
This was on Christmas
when there was a general 'jollifi-
cation' in the house. Ralph was so
elevated by this glass that he was
pressed and tempted to take another,
and on going up stairs to bed seized
the banister to avoid a fall. On reach-
ing the bedroom he fell on his knees
for prayer; but without being able to
give utterance to a word he tumbled
into bed. Next morning his thirst was
so great that when, on coming down
stairs, the hostler offered him a glass
of punch, he could not refrain. From
this time his craving for strong drink
became as intense as ever, and for ten
years he was ten times worse than be-
fore, although his religious comrades in
the regiment often spoke kindly and
eve,
advised his return.
"Ralph had many wonderful escapes
for his life during this ten years. Once
on the line of march, after drinking and
such violence as to cast him across the
stable to the wall, but without doing
him material injury. At another time,
when in the barracks at Clonmel, there
was a flood which washed through the
yard with such force as to make a hole at
the lower gates, of many feet deep;
the rain flooded the houses adjoining,
and set things swimming in the cellars.
On this occasion Ralph, half tipsy,
sallied out to see what liquor he could
pick up, and fell into the deep ravine
made at the barrack-gate. He scram-
bled out over the corpse of a man who
had fallen in, in like manner, obtained
more strong drink, and returned, falling
again into the same hole, when he was
extricated by two policemen, when life
had so far ebbed on his reaching the
surface that it was with great difficulty,
by the application of hot irons to his
feet, he was recovered. With these
wonderful preservations he continued
repenting and sinning, and wishing for
a discharge, thinking he should then
amend his life.
"There is one incident here worth
relating; it shows the kindness of his
wife, to whom he had been married in
his twenty-fourth year.
Ralph had
been out on a spree, and was so drunk
that he could not walk home, and in
that state in which punishment would
have awaited him had his state been
known on passing the guard. His
good wife borrowed a regimental bar-
row for the purpose of going out for
some coals, which married soldiers pur-
chase out of the barracks if they require
extra allowance. She put a sack in
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the barrow, went for Ralph, put him | bed was a cotton bag filled with straw,
into the barrow, and covered the sack his table cost Is. 6d., the bedstead cost
over him with a few lumps of coals on
the top, so as to conceal her poor hus-
band, whom she safely deposited in his
lodgings undiscovered.
3s. 6d. ; chairs he had none. This was
his awful state on entering the meeting.
As soon as the speeches were ended he
went forward, and, after writing his
name in the best manner he could to
the pledge, for his hand shook as if he
had had a paralytic stroke, he said,
his way home, cried, Lord, help me to
keep from this cursed drink!'
"He was discharged in 1833, at his
own request, and retired to Manchester
with his wife and one child, having lost
several children through strong drink-'God help me to keep it!' and often on
a little boy at two years and five months
old by gin-drinking, which the men in
the canteen had given to him, being
pleased with him as an engaging child-
a little girl put into a coal-hole by a
drunken woman, when left under her
charge; the child was terrified, the brain
was affected, and she never ceased to
scream from the time she was taken
out until she died-and through the sad
effects of Ralph's treatment to a good
wife, they had several still-born children.
"On quitting the army, Ralph com-
menced serving the soldiers in the foot
and cavalry barracks at Manchester
with articles for cleaning their accou-
trements, and could by this means have
made a good living but for strong drink;
but having on leaving the regiment lost
all military control, he stopped out
whole nights at card-playing and drink-
ing, until the cholera broke out, when
he was forbidden by the doctors to enter
the barrack-ground; for from his grog-
blossom nose and face they thought
him a likely subject to introduce the
disease, it being known to attack first
the most besotted. He then made ap-
plication to a cotton-spinner, who hired
him as a groom, but strong drink dis-
possessed him of his situation, and he
was brought by sheer poverty to make
application to the parish officers for
relief, and to accept of the office, for a
month, of a common scavenger, at 10s.
a week, of which a portion went to the
publican.
"When he told his partner what he
had done, she was ready to think he
was only making another of his incon-
siderate promises; but when he said,
'Let us kneel down, and pray to the
Lord to help me to keep sober,' she
readily went to prayer with him, and he
remarks, 'I have reason to be thankful
I did so, for I have found it the best
helper in time of need.' His wife told
him to put her name down at the next
meeting; he did so, and she has been
a good help to him ever since. Having
a little one at the breast, five weeks old,
and thinking it might injure her to give
it up altogether, he told her she might
be a member, and take a little ale or
porter; it being at the time when the
moderation pledge of the old tempe-
rance society was in practice. She said
she should not have any, except he had
some too. He said, although he might
take a little, and not violate his pledge,
yet he had promised the Lord not to
drink any more. She said she thought
he was doing wrong to give it up all at
once, after using himself to it so long;
and she was afraid he should die if he
did not take a little. She did not want
him to go to the public-house, but she
would go for a pint and some bread
and cheese, as he had been working
hard; she knew it would do him good.
He said, 'Mary, I have made up my
mind to have no more to do with it;
"At the end of this time he observed thou knowest it has been my besetm.ent
a handbill announcing a temperance these last ten years; I have been a
meeting. He was then so debilitated backslider and a drunkard, and ten
in body that he was hardly able to get years before that I was a drunkard; if I
up the stairs into St. Paul's School- dic, I will die sober.' She said, 'Well,
room. He was troubled with asthma, then, if you can do without, I can.'
rheumatism, red and inflamed eyes, put the jug up and went and bought a
gravel, and scurvy; his coat out at the steak for me. From this night,' he
elbows, trowsers out at the knees, his remarks, 'we took off the malt tax. My
Wellington boots turned into clogs, his wife began to buy her barley in its shell-
best clothes, with his wife's and chil-ed state, and steep it in our cistern, and
dren's, in the landlord's store-room-then cook it either in broth or milk, and
the three balls. He was living in a I began to trade in different articles,
back room in St. George's Road; his and attended to my business.'
She
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shows two motives-one the love of
men-that prompts to sending mission-
aries-the other is the love of money,
and that prompts to sending with the
missionaries intoxicating liquors to for-
I would this goodly city were not to
"Ralph became an advocate of tem-
perance, and was often engaged in the
neighboring towns and villages in giv-
ing his experience, and inviting the
drunkard to abandon strong drink.
He was soon appointed as the senioreign lands.
of the first two agents engaged in the
British association for advocating teeto-be affected by this resolution. I would
talism. He has ever since been employ-
ed with acceptance in the cause. His
labors in the barracks by public lectures,
but more often by private interviews in
the barrack-rooms, have been greatly
blessed, particularly in the 17th Lan-
cers, in which regiment he proselyted
several who have much distinguished
themselves in the temperance cause.
In short, he has the honor of being the
teetotal father of some of the most useful
advocates. He has travelled for eight
years through the greater part of the
United Kingdom, and has succeeded
in inducing between twenty-five and
thirty thousand to take the pledge of
total abstinence. Ralph is a man will-
ing to spend and be spent in a cause
which he believes is a most important
auxiliary to the promotion of the Gospel,
and which has been the means under
God of rescuing him from wretchedness
and misery. His exertions have been
abundantly owned from above in the
reclamation of multitudes of abandon-
ed ones, who are now as ornaments in
civil and religious society."
Rum and Missionaries.
At a temperance meeting held in
Boston the following resolution was
passed:
"Resolved, That this meeting views
with mingled feelings of pity and indig-
nation the shipping of the means of in-
toxication to any part of the world, and
more so where the ignorant and uncivil-
ized inhabitants are unacquainted with
its terrible effects, in making all who
use it the victims of sin, suffering, and
despair-and in blasting all the efforts
made, at great cost of time and money,
to elevate and improve the human
family."
it were otherwise; for we are told that
the very ship which carried out nine
missionaries and five thousand two
hundred gallons of New England rum,
sailed from the port of Boston; and
these intoxicating liquors were manu-
factured in Boston. Therefore, what is
said in relation to producing these liquors
must bear upon this goodly city of our
habitation, in which no one lives who
does not rejoice in this his destiny; and
it is not necessary for me to allude to
the many good things this city has done,
in extenuation of this. But it has been
my fortune, in the providence of God,
to be thrown into some of these very
missionary stations to which this rum
has gone. I have been in the port of
Smyrna, where barrels of New England
rum may be seen lying on the wharf,
with the Boston stamp. There I also
learned from a traveller, that he had
seen it in casks on the backs of camels,
in the great desert of Arabia.
At Broosa, at the foot of Mount
Olympus, a man may get drunk on New
England rum for less money than in
Boston. I learned another fact in
Constantinople. I saw the late Sultan,
who had under his absolute control an
empire of ten millions. He sat upon
the hills where sat the ancient Cæsars.
He died a drunkard, cut off in the
vigor of manhood, by intoxication, the
means of which were furnished by New
England captains. The ingenuity of
his priesthood had learned to draw a
distinction between what had and had
not been distilled. They gave his
majesty to understand that the Koran,
in forbidding the use of wine, could not
therefore mean cognac brandy nor cham-
pagne. He died of delirium tremens
all the injunctions of the Koran and
the authority of the prophet to the con-
trary notwithstanding; and New Eng-
land rum and American captains fur-
The language of the resolution, said nished the means of intoxication. He
Rev. J. Pierpont, shows that there are paid them most liberally for cognac
two classes of men in the community- brandy, of the highest quality, for his
those who are led to establish mission-imperial highness could not brook any-
ary stations, and those who send intoxi- thing of an inferior sort.
cating liquors to those stations. This That man stood on the hills where
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145
up as such a stench in the nostrils of
the nations? It will cease to be done,
to some extent, when the vocation
ceases to be regarded as honorable be-
cause profitable.
their hands, to convert the people to
Christianity; and the same vessel car-
rying five thousand gallons of New
England rum, to convert sober Moham-
medans into drunken Mohammedans
-or the still greater absurdity of drunk-
en Christians.
stood the first Constantine, the first
Christian emperor. With the keen eyes
of a great man, he saw that the banks of
the Tiber were not to be the seat of com-
merce-commercial enterprise could
not prosper on the banks of the Tiber as When the track of the serpent with
in the Bosporus; and therefore he trans- his slimy folds is seen over the piles
ferred the seat of his empire from Rome of gold, follow it with your execrations,
to Constantinople. When he first pro- because, in heaping up these piles of
fessed himself a disciple of the meek gold, the love of man had no share.
and lowly Jesus, it was a cause of But, when we say these hard things
gratulation throughout the Christian against these men, are we not doing some-
world. The world exulted, and they thing to bring their vocation into dis-
had good cause to exult. And why? grace? Yes, I am; and I do it with
Because, such is the nature of man, this express purpose. When man shall
there is a great portion of the human have made this business as infamous as
family who will be influenced by au- God has made it wrong, the nations of
thority, that will not be influenced by the earth will have less cause to com-
the reason of things. Sir, might not plain of our own. I ask you to paint
the man who addressed the conversa- in your imagination that vessel, sailing
tion, or wrote the book, which convert-up the port of Smyrna, having nine
ed the emperor Constantine, have been missionaries, taking their lives in
held as a benefactor of his race? And
it is on this principle that "he which
converteth a sinner from the error of
his ways, shall save a soul from death,
and hide a multitude of sins." Mr.
Chairman, is there not another side to
this verse? If he that converteth a
sinner from the error of his ways shall
save a soul from death, what shall be
said of those that turn aside the right-
eous man from his path, and lead him
into the ways of error, and transgres- Henderson the actor was seldom
sion, and death? What has New Eng- known to be in a passion. When at
land done to the head of the Turkish Oxford, he was one day debating with a
empire? The very man, perhaps, who fellow-student, who, not keeping his
carried out missionaries to convert his temper, threw a glass of wine in the
subjects, carried out the means of in- actor's face; when Henderson took out
toxication to convert him into a drunk- his handkerchief, wiped his face, and
ard, and give the authority of his exam-coolly said, "That, sir, was a digression;
ple to ten millions of the human race.
now for the argument."
And who have done this? Our own
fellow-citizens. Do you believe the au-
thority of the Sultan will not be follow-
ed by his subjects? We know too well
the effect of our President's example, to
believe this. Will that of the Sultan
of Constantinople be less? Let any
man sit in the President's chair, and be
openly guilty of any sin named in the
decalogue, and I ask if he would not
have to build up around ramparts to
prevent the people from following his
example?
Sir, it is known in those nations from
which shore this pestilence comes,-ay,
and among sober Mohammedans, they
know on whom to charge the desolation
created by it. Shall we make this
goodly land of ours any longer to go
Cool Retort.
Rumseller's Prayer.
The following is an extract from a
Sandwich Island paper:
"O Lord! I thank thee for past pros-
perity in my business; that I have been
able to sell a large quantity of intoxicat-
ing liquor to my neighbors; and al-
though I am well aware that these liquors
have done them no good, but, on the
contrary, have made many of them drunk
and abusive to their families, yet I have
made a handsome profit on the sales,
that has enabled me to launch forth a
little into the whaling business, for
which, O Lord! I thank thee.
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"I thank thee, O Lord! for the preser- | hands upon the rail of the dock, sat down.
vation of myself and family in peace and and rested his head on his hands in such
quietness during the past night. True, a manner as to conceal entirely his face.
I sent several of my neighbors home Chief-Justice Shaw then addressed him
drunk at a late hour last night, who upon the terrible circumstances of his
probably disturbed the peace and quiet- crime, and the most infinite depravity of
ness of their families, making them weep mind and heart which it indicated. He
bitter tears till morning; but we made a had made the most cruel and dastardly
fair profit on the liquors we sold them, attacks upon his mother's honor and
and rested well all night, for which we peace. He had so long kept her in such
thank thee, O Lord!
a state of alarm by his threats and vio-
"And now, Lord, send us thy blessings lence that she was, distressing as it must
this day, pardon all our sins, and especi- have been to a mother's feelings, com-
ally that of putting the bottle to our pelled to procure his restraint by impri-
neighbor's mouth. O Lord! we propose sonment, and his conduct when restored
doing the same thing again this day. to liberty proved that her fears were but
Send us, therefore, many customers, too well founded. After familiarizing his
moderate and fashionable wine-drink- mind with the atrocious idea, he had car-
ers, as we keep constantly on hand vari-ried into execution his cherished and
ous kinds of the best family wines, but
especially send those poor degraded
slaves to their appetites, who will part
with their last cent for liquors; for al-
though we are aware that it is fast bring-
ing them to a drunkard's grave, and
their families to the poor-house, yet, O
Lord! we want what little money they.
have left, to educate our family and to
raise our children to respectability in the
world; and when they have no more
money left, we thank thee that there is a
poor-house to which they may go and
be supported out of the taxes raised from
the honest and industrious part of the
community; we thank thee that we have
a faithful police to take them to the house
of correction, when they get so drunk
that they are not able to get home to
their families that they may there sober
off.
"Lord, thou knowest I never give the
drunkard liquor when I think he has
got no more money; I then advise him
not to drink too much, and send him
home to his wretched family penniless
and drunk. Amen!"
Rum and Ruin.
THE Boston Post gives the following
thrilling account of the sentence of
Hunnewell:
"In the Supreme Court at East Cam-
bridge, George Hunnewell, convicted
of burning his mother's house, was
brought in for sentence. When asked
if he had anything to say why sen-
tence should not be passed upon
him, he remained mute, pressed his
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most unhappy and malevolent revenge.
The crowning act of his guilt was the
destruction by fire of his sick and help-
less brother. That ſeeble and harmless
brother was sacrificed to his malice, and
his death was, under the circumstances,
murder.
Referring to the prisoner's intempe-
rate habits, his honor expressed a hope
that the awful fate which it had brought
upon the prisoner would serve as a warn-
ing to others to shun that detestable and
debasing vice, the habit of excessive in-
dulgence in intoxicating drinks; and if
any who heard him were inclined that
way, he hoped they would seek to regain
the path of sobriety, which is the only
path of safety and peace. Then address-
ing the prisoner again, he implored him
to employ the short time alloted to him
on earth in seeking the mercy of God, by
sincere repentance, and earnest and per-
severing prayer for repentance. He then
pronounced the sentence, that for the
crime of arson in the night time he be
hung by the neck till dead, at such time
as the executive department of the gov-
ernment shall appoint. Not a motion
was observable in Hunnewell's frame
until the words 'hanged by the neck
were slowly but emphatically uttered by
the chief-justice, and then the heaving
of his shoulders indicated strong con-
vulsive action. He did not raise his
head till the officer touched him.
then rose with a quick motion, spoke
not a word, hurriedly put on his cap,
and almost rushed out of the court-room
with the officers. When he got into the
street he gave vent to his pent-up rage
in the most dreadful oaths and impreca-
tions against the judges, his family, man-
He
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147
kind, and the Almighty; and after he
was returned to his cell he continued to
inveigh and blaspheme in the same aw-
ful strain."
The Sailor and his Mother's Bracelet.
A few mornings since a sailor came
tɔ me, awhile after breakfast, and said:
'Sir, I am convinced, that unless I
sign and keep the pledge, I shall be
for ever lost. I wish to sign it now."
"That you shall soon do," said I. When
it was completed, he looked at me, and
said: Sir, I wish to borrow a dollar.
I want it to redeem a bracelet my moth-
er gave me. It has never been out of
my possession since I received it from
her, with her parting blessing, until
yesterday, and then I basely pawned it.
Let me redeem it, I beseech you! I
would not, for worlds, pass another
night without it! Sleep was last night
a stranger to my eyes, and slumber to
my eyelids! But now that I have sign-
ed the pledge, I trust I am safe. I shall
endeavor to lead a new life."
He obtained his mother's bracelet ;
and I trust he will ever wear it near
his heart, as a memento of the vow he
made when his soul was in trouble, and
when his sin had found him out.
Lucius Manlius Sargent.
Lucius Manlius Sargent is a name im-
mortal in the annals of temperance. His
tales of temperance are exquisitely beau- |
tiful. They have been read by thou-
sands, and are everywhere admired, and
have done much good. I wonder not
that the late Dr. Marsh called him the
"Scott of Temperance," and dedicated
his autobiography to him. Alas! Mr.
Sargent soon followed him.
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drunken wife. He enquires if nothing
can be done to put an end to the evils
of intemperance. He is told that much
has been done. Nothing,' he replies,
to meet my case. My wife will neither
hear a lecture, nor read a temperance
story, nor sign the pledge. She pawns
my tools, and even her children's clothes
for rum, which she buys of a church mem-
ber, who, when I complain of his con-
duct, and tell him how very wretched he
makes my home, and beg of him to step
over and look at my drunken wife and
crying children, puts his hands upon
my shoulder and bids me leave his
store.' Now, my dear sir, there is no
remedy for this but penal enactment.
You see it. You feel it."
SARGENT AND THE RUMSELLING DEACON.
I will now set before you one of the
most extraordinary examples of the
paralyzing effects of the rum-traffic
which has ever come to my knowledge.
During the last month I called at the
shop of a deacon in this city, and the
following dialogue ensued between us :
"Pray, deacon," said I, "do you con-
tinue to sell rum?" "Why yes, sir,"
"I looked
he replied, "I sell a little."
over your bills last evening," I continu-
ed, "and I find I paid you more than
$400 for grain the last year, and I have
paid nearly that amount, annually, for
several years. I must quit you, deacon,
unless you give up the sale of spirit."
"
܀
Really, Mr. Sargent, I don't sell much.
I should be very sorry to lose your cus-
tom." It is of no importance, deacon,
how much or how little you sell. It is
a scandal to the cause of religion to have
deacons selling rum. I had rather ten
common persons should sell it than one
deacon. You have confessed to me
that your clergyman disapproves of
your conduct, and has talked with you
upon the subject." "Why Mr. Sargent,
it would be a great loss to me to give it
up; my grain customers would go to
other stores, and—” Deacon I am as-
tonished to hear you talk in this man-
ner. I should have quitted you long
In order to show the folly of moral ago, but for the hope of prevailing upon
suasion for the suppression of intempe- you to give up this ugly business. We
rance, Mr. Sargent related these two have talked upon this subject frequent-
anecdotes. They both occurred in ly. I at one time supposed you would
Boston:
give it up, when poor Johnson died."
"Out of ten thousand examples, I" Well, I don't know as 'twgs ever
will offer two simple illustrations of proved he had his liquor at my shop."
the case in hand, both having occurred" No, deacon, it was never proved ex-
within this city. A blacksmith has a cept by his dying declaration. Johnson
THE BLACKSMITH AND HIS DRUNKEN
WIFE.
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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."-Jere-
When Israel's God in his anger had
spoken,
was not a very intemperate man; he
had money laid up in the savings-bank;
he was driving a load of manure into
the country, and bought a bottle of gin
at your shop. He drank till he was
drunk, fell over the tongue of his wagon,
in attempting to jump upon it, and was
crushed beneath the wheels. This hap-miah xiii. 12–14.
pened within a few rods of my own re-
sidence, at Roxbury. This poor fellow
was removed to the poor-house, and
died there a few days after!" "I
really don't want to lose your custom,
Mr. Sargent." "Well, deacon, I will It
not drive you to a decision in this sud-
den manner. Think of it seriously, and I
believe you will give it up. It is a hor-
rible occupation for a deacon. I will
call to learn your determination in a
few days."
"
At the end of three days I called again.
The deacon came readily to the side of
my chaise, as I drew up before his door,
Well, deacon," said I, "what is your
decision ?" Why, I've pretty much
made up my mind to give that up."
Really, deacon," said I, “ I am rejoic-
ed." "O sir!" cried the deacon, hastily
interrupting me, not the traffic, but my
"
office in the church."
Now, my dear sir, I will not enquire
if you can devise any better means for
it
the recovery of such as these, than penal
enactments. You may as well attempt
to stay the progress of the Mississippi
with a bulrush, as to turn such indivi-
duals as these from their traffic in brok-
en constitutions and broken hearts, by
moral suasion.
SARGENT'S ODE
The following ode, based on the pas-
sage of Scripture following, was pre-
pared by L. M. Sargent, Esq., the dis-
tinguished author of the "Temperance
Tales," at the request of the Council of
the Massachusetts Temperance Society
for their simultaneous temperance meet-
ing; but being more comprehensive
than their pledge, it was not used; and
as it has been placed by a friend at our
disposal, we cheerfully give it place.
"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? Thou
shalt say unto them, Thus saith the Lord,
Behold, I will fill all the inhabitants of
this land, even the kings that sit upon
The prophet prefigured the curse that
he willed:
was not that life's golden bowl should
be broken,
But every bottle with wine should be
filled.
The priest at the altar, besotted and
drunken,
Was wrapped in the vengeance that
Kings, prophets, and patriarchs drank,
heaven had hurled ;
and were drunken:
The grape's purest juice was the curse
of the world.
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 Jerusa-
lem then ;
Permit not the spirit of murder and
madness
To move with the form and the fea-
tures 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!
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149
Doctor Thomas Sewall.
Doctor Sewall, of Washington City,
was not only an able physician, a great
temperance advocate, gifted with his
pen as well as his tongue, but a philan-
thropist and a Christian.
Washington City is like ointment poured
forth.
His name in
DOCTOR SEWALL AND THE SERIES OF
DRAWINGS.
Doctor Sewall did many things to pro-
mote the temperance cause, but nothing
that he ever did attracted more attention,
both in Europe and America, than his
series of drawings of the drunkard's
stomach. They were first exhibited at
Washington City, and they produced
most intense interest.
These drawings were taken with great
care by Doctor Sewall after dissections,
and exhibited:
I. The human stomach in a state of
health.
2. The inner surface of the stomach of
the temperate drinker of intoxicating
wines, or other alcoholic drinks.
3. The confirmed drunkard's stomach.
4. The drunkard's stomach in an ul-
cerated state.
5. The drunkard's stomach after a de-
bauch.
6. The drunkard's stomach in a can-
cerous state.
7. The drunkard's stomach after death
by delirium tremens.
Mr. E. C. Delavan, the philanthropist,
gave to the public large drawings of Dr.
Sewall's on a grand lithograph, nine
times the size of a common stomach.
They were extensively sold at ten dol-
lars a set, and hung in public institu-
tions and temperance halls, for the use
of public lecturers.
The plates accomplished a vast amount
of good.
It was the desire of General
Scott that they might be furnished to
every military post. Temperance lec-
turers testified to their utility. One said
that when all other appeals were in vain,
when these pictures were exhibited
cheeks turned pale and heads drooped.
A drunkard looking at the plates, and
particularly at the one representing the
stomach after a debauch, said, They
look as I have often felt." A gentle-
man after gazing at the pictures, said,
'How can I drink, when I see the effects
of this habit on the constitution; and
when I remember I must give an account
to God for the manner in which I deal
with my body as well as my soul. I will
drink no more."
lished by the National Temperance
These drawings are now being pub-
Society from the original engravings,
and should be placed in all temperance
halls and lecture-rooms throughout the
land.
Daniel H. Sands, the First Worthy
Patriarch of the Sons of Tempe-
rance.
The Sons of Temperance are a noble
order, and the good they have accom-
plished is incalculable. Humble indeed
was its origin, but mighty have been the
results. The first Division was organ-
ized at Teetotalers' Hall, 71 Division
Street, New York, September 29, 1842.
Sixteen were present-John W. Oli-
ver, printer; James Bale, die-sinker,
George McKibben, bookbinder; Ephra-
im L. Snow, publisher of the Organ;
Isaac J. Oliver, printer; J. M. McKellar,
printer; Thomas Swenarton, carpenter;
Daniel H. Sands, paper-maker; William
B. Tompkins, paper-hanger; Edward
Brusie, painter; John K. Barr, painter;
Thomas Edgerly, painter; Joseph K.
Barr, printer; F. W. Wolfe, book-bind-
er; J. H. Elliott, ship painter; John
Holman, tailor; and Henry Lloyd, clerk
-all of them Washingtonians, and work-
ing-men. At their next meeting, Oc-
tober 7, they elected their officers, and
Daniel H. Sands was elected Patriarch,
afterwards called Worthy Patriarch. He
presided at the first meetings.
He was the first Grand Worthy Patri-
arch, and the first Grand Division was
formed at his house, No. 14 Forsyth
Street, and many of its early meetings
were held there. He also was the first
Most Worthy Patriarch of the National
Division. He presided, then, at the first
Division, the first Grand Division, and
the first National Division of the Sons
of Temperance. As such, Mr. Sands
holds such a relation to the Sons of
Temperance as no other man ever did or
ever can.
Many illustrious names have been
added since, but over all, written in ca-
pital letters, is the name of Daniel H.
Sands.
Mr. Sands maintained his integrity
until his final hour. He received from
the National Division substantial tokens
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of the high estimation in which he was
held by the order, who regarded him as
one of its principal founders.
THE ANNIVERSARY.
At the Tenth Anniversary of the Sons
of Temperance, which was held in
Greene Street M. E. Church, New York,
there was one grand rally. The Hon.
James Harper was President, and Dan
iel H. Sands was one of the Vice-Presi-
dents, occupying a conspicuous place
on the stage. I was introduced by the
President, to deliver an address.
In giving a history of the origin of
the Order, I had to allude to Daniel H.
Sands, the first Worthy Patriarch, and
pointing to him said, “who is as pure
a temperance man as the paper he sells
is pure and white."
THE ELECTION.
Mr. Sands was an anti-slavery man
when it cost something to be one, and
one of the most consistent temperance
men the world ever saw. He believed
it was as much a man's duty to vote
right as to pray right. He was wasting
away with disease. He was very feeble;
there was no prospect of a recovery:
I lived next door to him. He wished
me to go with him to the polls. It was
at the time they ran a temperance can-
didate for governor. He took hold of
my arm and walked slowly and trem-
blingly along to the polls and voted.
Turning to me he said, "Thank God!
I have deposited my last vote against
intemperance and slavery; before the
next election I shall be in Heaven."
This he said with a tremulous voice
and tearful eye, as he took my arm.
We returned to his dwelling, from
whence he went out no more till he was
carried to his long home. This shows
the man. It was a splendid example,
worthy of imitation. The man who
prays right will vote right. He will not
pray cream and live skim-milk.
For thirty-two years Mr. Sands had
not omitted family prayer when he was
able to attend to it. During his last sick-
ness he frequently sent for me to pray
with the family. He did so the morning
he died. Said he, "Please read and
pray with us once more." I read the
23d Psalm, "The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
Though I
walk through the valley of the shadow
of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou
art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they
comfort me.
"}
He was then going through the valley
of the shadow of death. His hands
were cold, his feet wet with Jordan's
water. I knelt down and commended
the dying one to Him who is the "Re-
surrection and the Life."
children, till he thought and said, “I was
left an orphan boy quite young, and the
Lord has been a father to me, and he
will take care of them.'
He exclaimed.
He was anxious about his wife and
THE
""
"Oh! what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to appear,
And worship at thy feet."
RULING PASSION STRONG IN DEATH.
The moment came when the hero of a
hundred battles must fall by the hands
of the last enemy. He bade his loved
breathe, when they were taking the last
ones adieu, and just before he ceased to
pins out from his earthly tabernacle,
and pointing upwards and looking
towards the heavens, he said, "Thank
God, Brother Wakeley, I shall soon be
where intemperance and slavery never
enter." A few minutes more, a few
struggles more, and he heaved one
long, deep-drawn sigh, and all was over,
and the pure spirit of the first Worthy
Patriarch of the Sons of Temperance
was in Abraham's bosom.
Daniel H. Sands did not separate
temperance from religion, neither did he
substitute it for it. He was not only a
Son of Temperance, but a son of God,
fell at his post covered with scars and
adopted into the divine family. He
loaded with honors. I closed his eyes
and placed the muffler around his
cheeks. I felt the place was sacred,
the room was hallowed.
"Behold him in the eventide of life,
A life well spent, whose early care it was
His riper years should not upbraid his green.
By unperceived degrees he wears away;
Yet like the sun seems larger at his setting.
Oh! how he longs,
To have his passport signed and be dismissed.
'Tis done! and now he's happy. The glad soul
Has not a wish uncrowned.”
THE FUNERAL.
It was largely attended, at the Forsyth
Street M. E. Church, New York, of
which I was then pastor, and I preached
his funeral sermon, from "He was a
good man." Never was there a more ap-
propriate text. With one stroke of the
divine pencil his portrait was painted,
and it was correct. I showed he was
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a good anti-slavery man; that he was
a good temperance man; that he was
a good Christian man; that he held
the relation to the temperance cause
no other man ever did or ever can; that
he was the first Worthy Patriarch of
the Sons of Temperance.
We laid the good man quietly to rest
in the beautiful Cypress Hills Ceme-
tery.
THE SANDS MONUMENT.
Mr. Sands long had a monument in
the hearts of the Sons of Temperance
all over the world. But his brethren
concluded to erect one over his remains
in Cypress Hills Cemetery. This was
dedicated or inaugurated Wednesday,
May 29, 1861.
I received a letter from Wm. H. Arm-
strong, Grand Worthy Patriarch, urging
me to be present, and also from Doctor
Silas L. Condict, of which the following
is a copy:
NATIONAL DIVISIONn S. of T.
OFFICE of M. W. PATRIARCH,
JERSEY CITY, N. J., May 26, 1861.
"REV. J. B. WAKELEY:
"MY DEAR FRIEND AND BROTHER: I
have just learned that you were the
friend and pastor of our deceased broth-
er, Daniel H. Sands, and that you
preached his funeral sermon-and fur-
ther, that you had been invited and
urged to be present and participate on
Wednesday next in the dedication cere-
mony of his monument, at Cypress Hills,
at 3 o'clock, and at the public meeting
in the evening at the Forsyth Street
Methodist Church.
"As the burden of this service will fall
on me, I write now in great haste, to
urge upon you to accept this invitation
by all means. It will, if fair, be a glori-
ous day for the cause and our order.
There will be a large gathering of people,
and I want you to make the closing ad-
dress, short, pointed, and patriotic, at
the monument, so that we can wind up
the services there with singing "My
Country, 'tis of Thee."
"Please don't fail me; do come, and I
will be your debtor for any amount of
payment in similar coin.
"Most truly yours,
ment and the dedication appeared in
the New York Times, May 31, 1861:
"The Sons of Temperance, on Wed-
nesday the 29th inst., dedicated a large
and very handsome monument, which
has been recently erected at Cypress
Hills Cemetery, to the memory of Daniel
H. Sands, one of the founders of the
order. This monument enterprise has
been the subject of active effort in the
order for the past two years, and has
now reached a very successful consum-
mation. Nearly $1,300 have been contri-
buted by the Order of Sons of Tempe-
rance in the following States: New York,
New Jersey, Maryland, Pennsylvania,
Massachusetts, Virginia, Maine, Ohio,
North Carolina, Illinois, Rhode Island,
Tennessee, Louisiana, Vermont, South
Carolina, Missouri, Mississippi, and
California; also, by the British Provin-
ces of New Brunswick, the two Canadas,
Nova Scotia, Prince Edward's Island,
and Newfoundland, and a small contri-
bution all the way from England. This
sum through the liberality of Mr. Hall,
the constructor of the monument, has
produced a very large and really beau-
tiful structure. It is of Italian marble,
is of the obelisk style, twenty-five feet
three inches in height, with a granite base
of five feet three inches in breadth. The
shaft itself is seventeen feet in height.
The only ornamental work on the mo-
nument, if we except the slab of Califor-
nia marble, sent specially from Sands
Division of Sacramento, are four raised
triangles on the four sides of the shaft,
and five feet from the shaft's base. Each
triangle contains a raised star in its
centre, and on the rim of each tri-
angle is cut in raised letters, the mot-
to of the order-'Love, Purity, Fi-
delity,' respectively in English, Latin,
French, and German, the German,
The
Liebe, Lauterkeit, Treue,' being beau-
tifully executed in German text.
Committee of the Grand Division of
Eastern New York, through whom the
Monument Fund was raised, and under
whose direction the monument was erect.
ed, are P. G. W. P. Wm. H. Armstrong
of New York, and P. G. W. A. Alex.
Campbell of Brooklyn, and Wm. E.
Macdonough of New York. A large
"S. L. CONDICT." concourse of the Divisions and members
The day was very beautiful, the sun of the order, with regalia and banners,
shone bright, and there was quite a gath- was on the ground, and the special dedi-
ering, and the ceremonies were very im- cation service prepared for the occasion
pressive.
was duly performed. Prominent in the
The following account of the monu- exercises were M. W. P. Dr. S. L. Con
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dict and P. M. W. P. John W. Oliver,
himself one of the sixteen founders of
the order, and P. G. W. P. Theo. L.
Cuyler, Rev. J. B. Wakeley, pastor of
D. H. Sands, and who, seven years ago,
preached his funeral sermon, also assist
ed. In the evening there was a public
meeting in the Forsyth Street M. E.
Church, of which Mr. Sands was a mem-
ber when he died, and at which his fune-
ral exercises took place. The M. W. P.,
head of the order in North America,
presided. Addresses were delivered by
Rev. J. B. Wakeley, A. C. Flanagan,
John N. Stearns, Mr. Cutter of Pough-
keepsie, and others, and excellent and
appropriate singing by the Marshall
Family and Mr. Macdonough's Glee
Club. Altogether, Dedication Day will
long be remembered by the Sons of
Temperance hereabouts."
DEDICATION CEREMONIES OF THE SANDS
S. OF T. MONUMENT, AT CYPRESS HILLS,
L. I., MAY 29, 1861.
P. M. W. P.-We have seen man in
the pride of his strength, the glow of
health mantling his cheek, the fire of in-
tellect beaming from his eye, and bc-
nevolence lighting up every feature.
Visions of bliss animated his soul, and
anticipations of joy irradiated his coun-
tenance.
;
But more and more, from shore to shore,
Its influence shall extend
Our flag unfurled around the world
Triumphant to the end.
M. W. P.-Listen to the fearful truths
of Holy Writ:
W. P.-Wine is a mocker, strong drink
is raging, and whosoever is deceived
thereby is not wise.
Response-Look not upon the wine.
P. W. P.-Woe unto them that rise up
early in the morning, that they may fol-
low strong drink; that continue until
night, till wine inflame them!
Response-At the last it biteth like a
serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Ŵ. P.-The priest and the prophet
have erred through strong drink, they
are swallowed up of wine, they are out
of the way through strong drink, they
err in vision, they stumble in judgment.
P. W. P.-Woe unto him that giveth
his neighbor drink, that puttest thy bottle
to him, and makest him drunken also.
Response-No drunkard shall inherit
the kingdom of God.
M. W. P.-Hearken to the revelations
of science.
P. M. W. P.—All use of intoxicating
beverages is an abuse. Saturated with
a venom which no constitution can re-
sist, they are and must be destructive
alike to the physical and mental ener-
gies of man.
G. W. P.-Upon all sexes and condi-
tions, in every season and clime, its
effects have been the same-withering
The wife of his youth prided herself
on the nobleness of his nature, and al-
most adored the dignity of virtue that
encompassed him like a robe. His chil-blasting—deadly.
dren regarded him with filial reverence,
and yielded cheerful compliance to the
wishes of a parent honored and beloved.
G. W. P. We have seen intempe-
rance prostrate this man of vigor, and
intellect, and virtue; and like the sirocco
of the desert, sweep over this Eden, leav-
ing ashes instead of beauty, and wail-
ing and woe instead of joy and comfort.
Over this sad scene humanity has wept
in bitterness of soul, for there appeared
no power on earth to save.
P. G. W. P.-When lo! a voice, har-
monious as the harp of melody, came
from the blissful regions of temperance,
declaring in accents sweet as angels use.
Response led by the P. M. W. P.--
"The chains of the enthralled are bro-
ken, and the intemperate captive is free."
Singing-
Our cause when first to light it burst,
Reared by a dauntless few,
Appeared so small, its early fall
Our foes prepared to view ;
P. G. W. P.-In health there is no
such thing as the temperate use of in-
toxicating drinks. Horribly torturing,
and debasing everywhere, there lies be-
neath the sparkling surface all the poi-
son of adders, all the infernal agencies
of bodily torture, and all the burnings
of the pit of woe.
Singing-
In that cup there lurks a fiend,
In Gorgon terrors clad,
About the heart-strings he will wind
And make the pulses mad!
He'll breathe his deadly poison there,
And fill the soul with fire,
He'll make the blood-shot eye-balls glare,
With hell's vindictive ire.
of the criminal calendar.
M. W. P.--Give ear to the dark record
P. M. W. P.- Intemperance has
crowded our almshouses, glutted our
prisons, and loaded our gibbets with
more than three-fourths of their wretch-
ed victims.
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G. W. P.-It has entered into courts M. W. P.-In the paths of purity!
of justice, and corrupted those sworn Response-Purity of heart, purity of
to administer the laws in righteous-life, and purity of intentions, strictly to
ness. It has entered the halls of legis- carry out the objects for which we are
lation, and so perverted the judgment united.
of rulers that they have armed it with
the sanction of law, and made the state
a partner in the guilt.
P. G. W. P.-It has entered the halls
of science, and cast the pall of darkness
on the brightest intellect, enshrouding
the image of Divinity in eternal night.
It has invaded the temples of the Most
High, and with a sacrilegious hand rob-
bed Heaven of priceless jewels.
M. W. P.-This widespread and stu-
pendous evil has but one source.
Response-Moderate drinking.
M. W. P.-It has but one remedy.
Response Total abstinence
Total abstinence for ever.
w
now.
M. W. P.-Therefore has this Tempe-
rance Brotherhood been formed; des-
tined, we trust, like the sun in the
heavens, to be the herald of light and
life, plenty and cheerfulness to every re-
gion.
Response-This shall be our aim.
Singing-
When Bacchus held despotic sway,
Triumphant o'er both sea and land,
The Sons of Temperance rose in strong array
And formed this great fraternal band.
Hail! brothers, hail! should e'er affliction crave,
We'll fly to comfort and to save.
M. W. P.-But is temperance the only
virtue enjoined?
W. P.-No! It is the sacred duty of
Sons of Temperance to be honest, indus-
trious, and humane; to promote each
others' happiness and welfare, to visit
the sick, to comfort the sorrowing, and
seek the common good of mankind.
P. W. P.-For as the rain cometh
down, and the snow from heaven, and
returneth not thither, but watereth the
earth, and maketh it bring forth and
bud, that it may give seed to the sower,
and bread to the eater, so shall good
actions kindly impress the minds of
men, and gently draw them within the
hallowed influence of virtue.
P. M. W. P.—And so shall the Son
of Temperance, by reflecting the genial
influences of our order upon the world,
induce his fellow-mortals to travel with
him in the pleasant and peaceful paths
of love, purity, and fidelity.
P. M. W. P.-Aye! a purity as trans-
parent as the sparkling stream that
gushes from the mountain side to slake
the thirst of man.
M. W. P.-In the paths of fidelity!
Response-Fidelity to total absti-
nence, and all the binding obligations
we have voluntarily assumed.
P. M. W. P.-By such fidelity shall
virtue triumph, and man be redeemed
from the thraldom of this tyrant of the
body and the soul.
M. W. P.-All hail then, to this trio
of noble virtues, love, purity, and
fidelity.
The Stocking Weaver.
This case and the following, as well as
thousands of others, show the tremen-
dous power of appetite, and how it im-
prisons the man and holds him fast in
its slavish chains:
Mr. Hill, in his work on crime, gives
the case of a stocking weaver; an excel-
lent workman, giving ample satisfaction
to his employers when he can continue
sober and steady. Some years ago,
however, he was led into habits of in-
temperance, which, in the end, unfitted
him altogether for regular work. B-
saw the folly of his conduct, and was
conscious of the ruin and misery he
was bringing upon himself and his
family; he determined to make a strong
effort to recover himself, and three or
four times joined a total abstinence
society, and continued a member for a
short time. He soon, on each occasion,
broke his vow, and became as bad as
ever, or even felt that he was becom-
ing more and more a helpless victim
of abandoned and beastly drunkenness.
His habits, however, led him to the
commission of no crime, and he still
retained the wish without the power
of reforming himself. In these cir-
cumstances, and by the advice of his
friends, he called with one of his em-
ployers on the governor of the Glasgow
prison, and begged as a favor to be
admitted as a voluntary inmate of the
His re-
M. W. P.-In the paths of love!
Response-Love to our brothers in establishment for some time.
sickness and in health.
quest was complied with; a stocking-
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Drunkard. I was in hopes that was
done away with, gentlemen (shrugging
up his shoulders with the idea).
Magistrate. And suppose we do send
you to prison, remember that you will
have to live on poor diet and have hard
labor. Do you really mean to say you
want to go?
frame got; and he entered and com- | you ought to be placed in the stocks for
menced work, submitting to all the three hours and then well flogged with
rules of the place. He had all the ap- the cat o' nine tails.
pearance of a dissipated man whose
constitution would soon have given way
to the excesses in which he indulged.
For some days the solitude hung weari-
somely upon him, and his craving for
drink visited him occasionally. But,
in a short time, both left him; and
there is not a more cheerful and con-
tented individual in the prison. His Drunkard. Yes, gentlemen; I want
looks improved with the return of regu- to get out of this. I do not expect to be
lar habits and a healthy appetite. He any better unless I was to sign and
wrought diligently, and felt the benefi- keep the teetotal pledge, and that I have
cial change so strongly that he has de- never yet had the moral courage to do.
termined, I believe, with more sincerity
than ever before-and I think will adhere
to the determination-of renouncing for
ever his intemperate habits when he
shall return to his home and work. He
has felt no bad effects from the sudden
abstraction of whiskey; on the contrary,
the effects produced are altogether such
as he and his best friends could wish.
The Sculptor.
Lately a man was brought before a
bench of magistrates in the Midland coun-
ties, Eng., charged with drunkenness and
disorderly conduct. A police officer
deposed that he found this man drunk
and very disorderly in the street, took
him in charge and placed him in the
lock-up for the night in order to bring
him before the magistrates; when the
following examination of the case was
made:
Magistrate. Well, now, suppose we
oblige you by sending you to prison for
fourteen days, will you promise to re-
form when you come out again, and be
a respectable man again?
Drunkard. I dare not promise, gen-
tlemen, but I will think seriously of
what you have said to me, for I know
that if I can make this resolution it will
be the making of me.
Magistrate. You are now committed
to jail for fourteen days. And now, my
man, it will give me great pleasure to
hear of your reformation, and to see you
dressed in a more respectable way, and
if you do so you may call at my house.
Drunkard. Thank you, sir.
Significant Names.
One of the grog-shops in New York
City is denominated "The Lion and the
Lamb Tavern"; another parades the
Magistrate. Well, sir, what have you motto "Live and Let Live"; another
to say in answer to the charge preferred styles itself "Fashion Hall." Corre-
against you?
sponding emblems would be, a lion de-
Drunkard. Oh! it is all true, gentle-vouring a lamb; a rumseller robbing a
men! I hope you will send me to beggar, and a genteelly-dressed bar-
prison for a fortnight; for I want setting tender kicking an old man out of doors
right in my inside (rubbing his stomach who had just pawned his ragged coat
at the same time).
for "
one glass more."
Magistrate. What trade are you, my
man?
Drunkard. A sculptor.
Magistrate. A sculptor! why, how is it
that you are in this forlorn state?
Drunkard. I am sorry to say, gentle-
men, that strong drink is my enemy.
Magistrate. How much wages can you
earn per week?
Drunkard. Oh! three pounds, and
more if I like.
Magistrate. I tell you what I think:
Swallowing Fifteen Cows.
"Swallowed fifteen cows!" said
Bertie, in astonishment, looking up
from her play. Her ears had caught
the words in a conversation that was
going on in the room.
"
"Yes," answered her brother George.
"He drank them all up."
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"Drank fifteen cows! I don't believe | drunkard in the land was once a pure
it," answered the little maiden firmly. and innocent boy.
"He sold them and bought whiskey
and beer with the money," explained
her Aunt Katy.
"Oh, oh that was it. I see now.
Well, it is funny."
"No, not funny, dear, but sad," said
Aunt Katy. "The man had a wife and
two little children, and he sold the
milk from the fifteen cows and bought
them food and clothing. But now,
having swallowed the cows, as we were
saying, his wife and children go hun-
gry and cold, and he, a poor, miserable
drunkard, is in the almshouse. Isn't it
dreadful to think of?"
The children looked very sober.
You'll never catch me drinking up
fifteen cows, nor one either," spoke up
George very positively.
"I don't know as to that," said Aunt
Katy. "The man we were talking
about was once a boy like you, with a
healthy taste for food and clear cold
water. As to swallowing a cow, much
more fifteen cows, such a thing never
entered his head. But you see what he
came to at last. How was it? He
began by taking a glass of ale or beer,
or a little wine at parties, now and then.
This corrupted his pure taste, and gave
him an unnatural thirst, which only
strong drink would satisfy. From ale
and beer he went to whiskey, rum, and
brandy; and the more and oftener he
drank, the more his thirst increased,
until he became a poor, miserable
drunkard. So you see, George, that no
boy can tell what he may come to.
Maybe, instead of swallowing the fif-
teen cows, you will get down, one of
these days, after you become a man,
forty or fifty, and a house and lot into
the bargain.'
"I'll never swallow even a calf!" ex-
claimed George, starting up and speak-
ing with great earnestness.
"Touch not, taste not, handle not
the unclean thing," said Aunt Katy,
"and all will be well with you. But
indulge ever so little in drinking as you
grow to manhood, and none can tell in-
to what great deep of hopeless ruin you
may fall."
"
A Stranger in the Place.
It was a night of uncommon beauty,
the moon was shining with unusual
brilliancy, as two men who were intoxi-
cated were on their way home. One of
them said to the other," How bright the
sun shines."
"That is not the sun,"
said the other, "you fool you, that is the
moon. He replied, "I guess I know
the moon from the sun as well as you
do. I say that is the moon." They
disputed for some time, and finally they
agreed to leave it to the first man they
met. They soon met one who was also
under the influence of strong drink, and
said to him, "Will you be so kind as to
tell us whether that which is shining up
there so bright is the sun or the moon?"
Said he, "Gen'lem', you please excuse
me, for I am a stranger in the place."
Sign Fallen Down.
A man who had been drinking very
freely at the bar of a landlord, in going
out into the street fell into the gutter.
A boy seeing him lie there, ran into the
"Now, aunty, that is too bad!" ex-public-house and said to the landlord,
claimed George. You know I won't."
"So hundreds and thousands of little
boys might once have said, who, now
they have grown to be men, are drunk-
ards. There is only one way of safety."
"What is that, aunty?" asked the
boy, looking up with serious eyes.
"Sir, your sign has fallen down." He
went out, and to his astonishment be-
held only a sign that he was a drunkard
manufacturer.
Sign Cut Down.
"It is the way of total abstinence, as
we call it and the only safe way for
either boys or men. If you never drink A Methodist minister in New Jersey,
a drop of intoxicating liquor, you will an out-and-out temperance man, one
never be a drunkard. If you depart who had a perfect abhorrence to rum-
from this rule, no man can say to how selling as a misery-making, widow-mak-
low a depth of wretchedness and de-ing, orphan-making traffic, was called to
gradation you may fall. The worst preach the funeral sermon of a man
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who had died a drunkard. He drew his
portrait-he sketched his life and char-
acter, and his miserable end. The
landlord was there who had sold him
rum and contributed towards his ruin.
Said the minister, "This man died a
him so forcibly that he became a per
fectly sober man, to the unspeakable
joy of his wife and children.
isters.
Rev. Ezra Styles Ely and Philip S.
White relate the following concerning
ministers. It would seem to be a slan-
der on the cloth, a misrepresentation
of the clergy. The portraiture is dark,
and no doubt horribly exact :
A venerable Boston divine announc-
ed to one of us as an axiom, while he
delivered the cup to a youth, and an-
other to himself, that "wine is the milk
for old age."
drunkard and has gone to a drunkard's A Sad Picture of Intemperate Min-
hell. For no drunkard shall inherit
the kingdom of God." And pointing
to the rumseller he said, "This man
clothed in fine broadcloth is the one
who sold him the rum and ruined him.
His blood is upon his head. He was
the cause of his destruction." People
were horror-struck at the statement,
however true, and supposed the minis-
ter had committed the unpardonable
sin; that the rumseller would never for-
give him. A few days after the land-
lord called upon the minister and said,
"Mr. S, you may think I was of-
fended the other day, at your plain and
personal remarks at the funeral; but I
was not, and I have brought you a
quarter of veal, which you will please
accept, and as further proof, if you will
go over to my residence, you will see
I have cut down my sign and aban-
doned the cruel traffic in ardent spirits
forever.
Shocked at His own Portrait
Another divine of high standing and
extensive influence in Connecticut, fif-
ty years ago gave this advice: "If ever
you become a preacher drink rum, raw
rum; it is the best thing to clear your
voice. Don't drink sweetened liquor,
for then you will be likely to become a
drunkard."
This advice he followed by his own.
example, for several times a day he
would put the case-bottle to his lips,
and take two or three swallows.
His eldest son became a distinguish-
ed physician, but before he arrived at
middle life made such bad use of his
If the drunkard could only see him- father's example that he died a miser-
self as others see him, he would be hor-able inebriate, and left his wife and
ror-struck at his own picture. If he
had a glass of liquor in his hand he
would dash it from him as he would a
cup of poison. He would be afraid to
go where it is sold, and he would shun
his rum-drinking companions as he
would the gates of ruin.
A man in Maryland, notoriously ad-
dicted to intemperance, hearing an
uproar in his kitchen one evening,
felt a curiosity to know what was the
cause of the unusual merriment. So
he went very quietly where he could
see them, though they could not ob-
serve him. He beheld his servants
indulging in the most unbounded roars
of laughter, at a couple of negro boys,
who were mimicking their master in his
drunken fits, showing how he reeled
and staggered-how he looked and
nodded, and hiccoughed and tumbled.
The picture which these children of
nature drew, and which had filled the
rest with so much merriment, struck
lovely daughters to sustain themselves
by keeping a boarding-school.
We could give a sad list of divines
who were much injured in health, re-
putation, and usefulness by the use of
intoxicating beverages, who did not
become notorious sots, and several of
these, for talents, learning, activity, and
eloquence, have not left their superiors to
survive them in the American churches.
We could give the names of more
than thirty clergymen in the circle of
our acquaintance who did become
publicly known as drunkards, and of
these four were bishops of the Protes-
tant Episcopal Church; three of them
had been moderators of the General As-
sembly of the Presbyterian Church; and
ten were distinguished as Doctors of
Divinity.
Of the thirty to whom we refer, twe:-
ty have been hurried prematurely to
the grave by their excess in drink,
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means.
One of them, returning from a walk
one summer's day, caught up a porter
bottle, which had the smell of ardent
spirits, and in haste drank heartily of
it; but he soon discovered he had drank
a mixture of corrosive sublimate and
whiskey, which his wife had prepared
for the cleaning of her bedsteads. He
next swallowed, in still greater haste,
a flask of sweet-oil, and, by help of
emetics and a skilful physician, was
saved from sudden death. This did
not cure his love for strong drink. He
was suspended from the ministry and
dismissed from his pastoral charge.
This did not reclaim him. In a drunken
fit, he subsequently fell down stairs,
dislocated his hip, and fractured his
thigh-bone. For about four months
preceding his death he appeared to
be a penitent, reformed man, and in
his dying moments, in answer to a
friend who asked him the state of his
mind, replied, "The least of all God's
promises is quite sufficient for such a
sinner as I."
mens; six of them were reclaimed by, who was first the victim and at last the
ecclesiastical discipline and other conqueror of drink. Some years ago,
after a severe illness, he "stimulated,'
by medical advice. When he had fairly
recovered from his disease, he found
himself in the coils of a serpent, It was
the old story, alas! more than "twice
told "; he fell, struggled to rise, stum-
bled, and fell again. He never resigned
himself to his bondage for any consider-
able length of time; but shook his
chains, and tried hard to break them.
He resolved, and resisted, and prayed,
and then in exhaustion yielded. Atlength
he went, as the last resort, to an inebriate
asylum. His high Christian character
secured for him the respect and esteem
of all the inmates and officers. When,
after about a year, his cure was supposed
to be complete and he was about to
leave, he was desired to remain as chap-
lain of the institution. But his heart
was in the work of the regular pastoral
ministry, and he accepted a call to a va-
cant pulpit. When he began his labors
there, he made a full and frank state-
ment of his infirmity to the congregation.
He told them he felt his weakness, and
realized that he was subject to a terrible
temptation, by which he must fall unless
he was sustained by the grace of God
and the sympathies and prayers of good
One of the thirty was a German
Lutheran minister, in a large town, of
fine talents, and of exemplary charac-
ter, before drink overpowered him.
He was suspended; but not until he
had been proved to be so drunken at
the communion-table that his elders
were under the necessity of holding
him up while he dispensed the emblems
of the body and blood of the Divine
Saviour.
A Startling Example.
There has just come to my knowledge,
in a very direct way, an impressive illus-
tration of that truth which should make
every moderate drinker fear and trem-
ble; namely, that the love of drink is a
disease. The drunkard is a pitiable
and blameworthy victim of his former
self. Even after his reform, he is liable
to feel that his old habit is crouching
ever near, ready to spring upon him in
any thoughtless moment.
The case in illustration is this (it can
easily be seen why I should conceal the
names of persons and places): Within
the past month there has died, in his
early prime, a minister of the Gospel,
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men.
re-
This announcement and appeal won
for him the heart of the whole commu-
nity. He became immensely popular,
and labored with untiring zeal for the
salvation of the people. God gave.him
great success. The church was
vived and in numbers largely increased.
The pastor's labors exceeded his
strength. He flagged, was tempted to
take stimulants-and resisted. By the
help of divine grace and human sym-
pathy he stood.
That church enjoyed the services of
its noble pastor only about a year. He
sickened and died; but he died a hero;
for he conquered the foe which conquer-
ed Alexander the Great, and by which
many strong men have been slain."
At his funeral, his wife seemed com-
posed, and almost happy; and after it,
she maintained the same demeanor.
The officiating clergyman, wondering at
this, and assuming that it arose from a
kind of religious ecstasy which would
soon give place to a corresponding
depression, enquired of her about it.
"Oh!" said she, "he's safe! You don't
know anything about what we have
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passed through. For years he and I
have been standing on the brink of a
precipice, trembling with apprehension
that, at any time, he might go over. But
now he's safe."
O thou accursed Demon of Drink!
who art able thus to terrify and imperil
even the true and loving disciples of
Jesus; who canst even constrain the
tender and loving wife of a devoted and
heroic husband to rejoice in the desolate
title of "widow"; would to God that
the forces of truth and purity might be
so marshalled and inspired as to throttle
thee to death; so that no child of Adam
might ever again tremble at the fiery
glance of thine eye or wither in thy bale-
ful breath!-Rev. Cyrus D. Foss, D.D.
A Singular Death.
A class-leader, named John Brown-
field, residing at South Bend, Indiana,
relates the following shocking incident:
"A man on the opposite side of the
river from this place lost his life on the
night of the Fourth of July, in the follow-
ing manner. He had been in town
through the day-became intoxicated-
and about dark crossed the river, and
lay down near a house. He remained
there until some time after night. When
he awoke, it is supposed he became
frightened at a cow and calf that were
in the yard-ascended a ladder that stood
against the house, and, strange to relate,
got into the chimney, which being very
small, he stuck fast just above the fire-
place. The owner of the house was in
bed, and, being drunk himself, was un-
able to render the suffocating man any
assistance. After he had been in that
dreadful situation for six or eight hours,
the chimney was demolished, and the
man taken out dead.”
tution for the society, the question of
including cider, beer, etc., came up for
discussion, and excited considerable
warm debate. It was urged by some that
such articles should not be in the pledge.
After an interesting discussion, an
amendment was proposed, to the effect
that although the pledge should include
such liquors, members of the society
might, if they chose, use them, and those
who did drink either cider or beer were
to have a *affixed to their names.
This proposition appeared to be unani-
mously accepted, and the vote was
about to be taken which would adopt it,
when it was suddenly killed and aban-
doned at once and for ever. An old man,
who had sat in a corner of the room, and
interested in the discussion, rose to
speak. He was one who had been very
intemperate and had been looked upon
as irreclaimable from the vice. His
words, which told with so much effect,
were as follows:
"Mr. President: If them that drinks
beer and cider are to have a star against
their names, I guess you may put a
moon against mine, and I'll drink rum !"
A Sister's Kindness.
A clerk in a dry-goods store at Phila-
delphia attended a convivial gathering,
where he imbibed too much liquor. He
was carried home in a cab, and after be-
ing placed in his room attempted to go
out for more. A sister attempted to dis-
suade him, when he struck her a blow
on the left temple, and she fell down the
front door-steps, striking her head upon
the pavement, and, it was feared, fractur-
ing the skull. She was carried into the
house insensible. The brother awoke
to a sober reality of the deed he had
committed, and became nearly distract-
ed as he stood by her bedside. Will he
ever drink again?
The Star and the Moon.
We have heard a good story, says the
Lynn News, which occurred at a tempe-
rance meeting in a neighboring town a
short time since.
A temperance society had been form-
ed, which commenced under favorable
auspices, and which included among its
members many who had been intempe-
rate.
On occasion of adopting a consti-
Singular Experience of a Young
Man.
I had been at a ball in the evening,
where I drank enough wine to make me
very good-natured. At its close I es-
corted my partner to her residence.
Returning, as I was passing a hotel, I
heard the voices of several young fellows
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of my acquaintance, in the bar-room. I
stepped in. "Hurrah!" shouted they,
here comes Ben."
"How did you like the ball?" asks
one.
"Never was at a better; it was splen-
did!" replied I.
"Hear how the man,talks!" cried an-
other; "why he was so taken up with
Miss T that he can't tell whether he
liked it or not."
"I think he made quite an impression
in that quarter," said Ed. Norton.
"I move he treats for that same, that
we may drink success to his cause,"
spoke out Jack O'Hara.
"Agreed," cried I. "What will you
take?" Brandy was the favorite. After
drinking several glasses, we separated. I
started for home with a gait none of the
steadiest; my head being filled with the
ball, Miss T——, and the fumes of the
liquor I had drank. Presently I find
myself in a parlor, seated on a sofa, with
the lovely Miss T- by my side, one
arm encircling her waist, my hand clasp-
ing hers, popping the all-important
question. A slight tremor betrays her
agitation; she turns her bright eyes to
mine, and whispers, "I am yours." I
press a kiss on her rosy cheek; her
head sinks to my shoulder, and-at that
instant I felt a pain there which awoke
me; for I had been asleep. The reality
and ridiculousness of my situation burst
upon me in a moment. The airy castles
of the drunken dreamer vanished, and
left me the street for a parlor, the
mud for a sofa,and a fine young pig for
my betrothed fair one, whose soft and
trembling hand was clasped in mine.
My shoulder was between the tusks of
a large hog, that had been daubing his
snout on my cheek, while I thought I
was kissing a fairer being. The shock
sobered me. I started to my feet, cov-
ered with mud, disgusted with myself.
I resolved never again to drink a glass
of intoxicating liquor, and I have kept
my resolution.-New Jersey Life Boat.
Spirit-ual Facts.
Whiskey is the key by which we may
gain an entrance into our prisons and
almshouses.
Brandy brands the noses of all those
who cannot govern their appetites.
Wine causes many to take a winding
way home.
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Punch is the cause of many unfriendly
punches.
Ale causes many ailings, while beer
brings many to the bier.
Champagne is the source of many real
pains.
Gin slings have "slewed" more than
the slings of old.
The reputation of being fond of cock-
tails is not a feather in any man's cap.
Money spent for port that is supped
by portly gents would support many a
poor family.
Porter is a weak supporter for those
who are weak in body.
Sights of a Day.
The editor of an Exeter, N. H., paper
gives the following as the sights of a day,
the legitimate fruits of the rum-traffic.
Why should the people of the State of
New York license that traffic?
We saw in our village in one day, not
long since, nineteen men drunk-ten
half drunk, and at least a dozen who
were a little tipsy. We saw the wife and
children of a drunkard turned out of
doors, and forced to seek shelter where
they could find it; while the senses of
the husband and father were so be-
numbed by liquor, that he was uncon-
scious of the misery of his wife and
children. We saw a rumseller and his
wife, dressed in rich and fashionable
clothing, riding in an elegant carriage,
the wheel of which passed within a few
rods of the head of one of his customers,
who was lying drunk beside the road.
At
The Sorrow-Stricken Family.
He was but twenty-three. His manly
form had dwindled to a skeleton. Á
narrow coffin contained all that was
once lovely and beautiful. His father
was rich and lordly; his mother, pious
and devoted. The youngest of a fine
group, he had every indulgence.
the table he was the favorite of all, and
the choicest wine was ever before him.
At the age of sixteen he was brought
home by the watchman drunk. The
scene was too much for a doting father
and mother. Half-distracted, they wept
over him and rested not till the pro-
mise was given that he never again
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would visit the Pavilion or drink to ex-
cess. Alas! the excess was at their own
table. Studies were neglected. Rides,
balls, dinners, suppers, these engrossed
all his hours. He swore at his father.
He treated roughly his mother and
sisters. Yet he was their darling, beau-
tiful and gay, and was yet to be the orna-
ment of their home. But in a morning
without clouds, when all nature shone
bright and beautiful upon that splendid
mansion, a fit had prostrated him in his
chamber; and there were bent over
him, father, mother, brothers, and sisters.
It was an hour of bitterness. "Mother,"
said he, "what are those bugs on the
curtains, and those snakes, and that
devil!' And then that shriek! Oh! it
was the delirium tremens. As I saw
the long procession and the rich coffin,
and the crowd of mourners, I said, What
would not the temperance pledge have
saved to that family! Now, the children
divide among them his hundred thou-
sand, but father and mother go sorrow-
ing to the grave.
of the gutter-than this poor, shirtless,
abject man. Ten years ago we knew
that man as a popular and prominent
member of the Legislature of one of our
great Northwestern States. Soon after
we met him in the great Chicago Wig-
wam of 1860, a member of the conven-
tion which first nominated Abraham
Lincoln for the Presidency. Again we
met him some two years afterwards, in
the city of Washington, where he had
much influence with the delegation from
his State. He went into the Staff De-
partment of the army some time during
the war, and immediately after its close
made some fortunate speculations by
which he became a rich man. But about
two years ago he entered into specula-
tions which turned out badly, and he
was swamped in business. He is the
husband of an intelligent and cultivated
lady, and the father of children who, a
few years ago, were as happy as any now
living on Wabash Avenue.-Chicago
Post.
Sixpence a Day.
A Sad Case of Ruin by Rum.
A London paper furnishes the follow-
One of the saddest cases of the many ing: "There is now an old man in an
terrible doings of rum came accident- almshouse in Bristol who states that
ally to our knowledge recently. As we for sixty years he spent sixpence a day
were passing up Dearborn Street, we ob- in drink, but was never intoxicated. A
served a miserable-looking man stagger-gentleman who heard this statement was
ing under a load of rum at the corner of somewhat curious to ascertain how much
Madison Street, diagonally opposite the this sixpence a day, put by every year,
Tribune building. His clothing was dirty at five per cent., compound interest,
and ragged. His boots had been worn would amount to in sixty years. Put-
out some time ago, and were only held ting down the first year's saving-
together in place. A slouched hat, long three hundred and sixty-five sixpences
since unfit for wear, was the covering of-nine pounds sterling eleven shillings
his head. As we approached near him
we discovered that he was an old ac-
quaintance, but that in his besotted con-
dition of drunkenness (and it was not
yet ten o'clock in the morning) he did
not recognize us at all. Upon near in-
spection we observed that he was with-
out a shirt. He_staggered along the
street and down Dearborn, to a place
where rum is sold, went in, and taking
a chair, soon became lost to his sur-
roundings in a stolid condition of com-
plete intoxication. We have not seen a
more complete wreck in many years,
and doubt whether there is in the whole
city of Chicago a single man who, seen
on the street, would be taken as a more
thorough representative of drunkenness
and sixpence, he added the interest, and
thus went on, year by year, till he found
that in the sixtieth year the sixpence a
day reached the startling sum of three
thousand two hundred and twenty-five
pounds sterling nineteen shillings and
ninepence. Judge of the old man's sur-
prise when told that, had he saved his
sixpence a day, and allowed it to ac-
cumulate at compound interest, he
might now have been worth the above
sum; so that, instead of taking refuge
in an almshouse, he might have com-
forted himself with a house of his own,
and fifty acres of land, and have left the
legacy among his children and grand-
children, or used it for the welfare of
his fellow-men!
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The Social Glass.
The following lines, in addition to in-
trinsic poetic merit, derive a peculiar
interest from the circumstances which
brought them forth. A somewhat in-
temperate man at Cincinnati, Ohio, had
reformed and united with the Sons of
Temperance. He had a brother in one
of our sister cities who was addicted to
intoxicating drinks. Deeply impressed
with the instructions and admonitions
he heard in the Division room, he felt a
sort of inspiration to express some of
the sentiments in verse. He did so, and
sent them to his brother; and his broth-
er is now a good Son of Temperance.
Thou social glass! bright, sparkling
thing,
What treachery lurks beneath thy
smile!
Pretending peace and joy to bring-
Life's fount thou poisonest the while.
Accursed monster! in thy praise
Even sages wrote and poets sung,
And peans did thy votaries raise,
While thou their hearts remorseless
wrung.
A moral Juggernaut art thou;
Before thy car the inebriate reels,
And madly to fulfil his vow
Falls prostrate 'neath thy bloody
wheels.
Vile spirit! thou in friendship s guise
Dost proffer the enchanted bowl,
And while thy victim sinks and dies,
Hast forged a chain to bind his soul.
Thou whisperest "Let us merry be,
And social joys the night shall crown."
Poor victim! from the tempter flee-
The poisoned chalice! dash it down.
Yes, dash it down! touch not a drop;
Behold an ocean round thee roll.
A maddening tide thou canst not stop
To overcome and sink thy soul.
Beware the fell destroyer's grasp;
He conquereth the wise and brave.
The good and wise the demon clasp-
Behold! they fill the drunkard's grave.
Youth's vigorous form he wastes away,
In manhood's veins a fever burns,
Age's gray hairs dishonored lay,
And beauty to corruption turns!
Riches be scattereth like chaff,
As fly the leaves before the wind;
For those who madly ruin quaff,
He leaveth not a hope behind.
His power for ages has endured;
He rides upon a boundless sea;
None from his ravages are secured-
Yes! "Sons of Temperance" are free.
Starched.
The Boston Post tells the following
" of a fellow who was in the
good un
habit of coming home late at night in a
cold as it had been set out for him by
drunken state and taking his supper
his wife.
One night, besides the usual dish of
cabbage and pork, she left a wash-bowl
filled with caps and starch.
The lamp
had been extinguished when the stag-
gering sot returned home, and by mis-
take, when proceeding to satisfy his
hunger, he stuck his fork into the wrong
dish. He worked away at his caps very
patiently for some time, and finally, be-
ing unable to masticate them, he sung
out to his wife:
"Old woman, where did you get your
cabbages-they are so deuced stringy, I
can't chew them?'
My gracious!" replied the old lady,
"if that stupid fellow an't eating up my
caps that I put in starch over night!"
The Seven Last Plagues.
An American clergyman, not long
ago, wrote a book to prove that the
Bible, and Sunday-school, and tract, and
temperance causes, with their kindred
associations, were the seven last
plagues" spoken of by John in the
Revelation, which should visit and
afflict the earth. By accident a stray
copy of his new and wonderfully pro-
found exposition of prophecy fell into
the hands of a tavern-keeper, who had
persevered most manfully in resisting
all efforts to bring him over to the side
of temperance. Having read it, he was
more confirmed than ever that his was
spirits with impunity, and that the op-
a lawful calling, that he might sell
posers of his freedom in this respect
were very properly classed among the
authors of the "seven last plagues."
But then his customers began to de-
cline; and in order to confirm the wav-
ering, and prevent the total desertion of
his bar, he sent for a number of copies
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The
of "The Seven Last Plagues."
bookseller forthwith executed his order,
and sent withal a show-bill to attract
public notice. Upon receiving the books
the tavern-keeper looked around the
establishment to select the most suit-
able place for pasting up the bill, that
all might see with advantage the new
commodity which he had for sale. At
last he pitched upon the very front of
the bar; and there every one who en-
tered the room could not fail to see, in
large capitals,
THE SEVEN LAST PLAGUES
For Sale Here.
A motto more appropriate could not be
selected for the bar of a tavern. And
he had the mortification to find that his
anxiety to procure the sale of this book
was the means of preventing many from
having further intercourse with those
liquid plagues with which they had
heretofore been but too familiar, and
every one saw sooner than himself that
he had unintentionally given the true
style and title of his occupation.
Squire Jenkinson and his Nightcap.
Squire Jenkinson could get no rest.
He had a noble mansion, fine pleasure-
grounds, and a beautiful carriage drawn |
by beautiful horses. His table was sup-
plied with every luxury, and his friends
were the most cheerful companions in
the world, but still Squire Jenkinson
could get no rest. Sometimes he went
to bed early, and sometimes he went to
bed late; but whether late or early, it
was just the same. "There is no peace
for the wicked"; there was no rest for
Squire Jenkinson.
He applied to his friends, who told
him to take exercise, and to drink an
extra glass of grog before he went to
bed. He applied to his doctor, and he
gave him laudanum and opium; but in
spite of exercise, and grog, and lauda-
num, and opium, no sound rest could
he obtain. At last he consulted Thom-
as Perrins, his gardener. Now Thomas
Perrins was an humble Christian, and
well knew that his master feared not
God; that he was unjust, cruel, and op-
pressed the widow and the fatherless,
and that his conscience troubled him;
so Thomas told him that old Gilbert
Powell, who lived hard by on the waste
land, always slept famously, but that
perhaps he wore a different kind of a
nightcap.
Mistaking the meaning of Thomas
Perrins, away went Squire Jenkinson
with one of his best nightcaps in his
pocket, to exchange it for that of old Gil-
bert Powell, which he had washed and
well aired: and when night came, he
went to bed in good spirits, hoping to
have a comfortable night's sleep; but
no, though he put it on in all shapes, and
placed himself in all postures, Squire
Jenkinson could get no rest.
As soon as the sun rose, he hastened
to the cottage on the waste land to know
how Gilbert Powell had rested, when
Gilbert told him that he thought he had
never had a better night's rest in all his
life; and was quite delighted with his
new nightcap.
Perplexed and cast down, Squire Jen-
kinson then went once more to his gar-
dener, to tell him of the ill success which
had attended his plan of borrowing the
nightcap of Gilbert Powell.
"It cannot be Gilbert's cap," said he,
"that makes him sleep so soundly, for
he wore one of mine, and tells me that
he never had a more comfortable cap in
his life."
Ay, master," said Thomas Perrins,
shaking his head significantly, as he
leaned on his spade, "but to my know-
ledge he wears another cap besides the
one you gave him—the cap of a quiet
conscience, and he who wears that is
sure to sleep well, let him wear what
other cap he pleases."-London Weekly
Visitor.
The Son of a Moderate Drinker.
Dr. Jewett says: After my last lecture in
Westborough, I was informed that a gen-
tleman, residing about a mile from the
village, wished to see me, and have a talk
with me on the subject of temperance.
The person who made known to me the
wishes of the gentleman was instructed
to say that he had plenty of pork and
beef on hand, some rum, and a good
well of water. On the following morn-
ing I visited the gentleman, accompa-
nied by Dr. Rising, and found him
quite an intelligent and pleasant old
man, but not much in favor of the
cold-water system. The subject was
broached directly, and he began, in a
very pleasant way, to state some ob-
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jections, which I endeavored to an- | had in the world, and which he was per-
swer. We had but just begun the con- fectly willing to give to the justice, if he
versation, however, when one of his would only commit him to prison,
sons came into the room, and seemed whither he said he wanted to go, that he
very desirous to take part in the con- might be enabled to keep sober, which he
versation. The old man requested him further stated he knew he could not do
to be silent, but all to no purpose. He if he was at large. The result of further
had, thus early in the morning, drunk enquiries went to show that Mr Mossie
enough to give him great confidence had of late been intoxicated almost per-
in his argumentative powers. He was petually, and had frequently been locked
determined to be heard, and therefore up for being intoxicated, and now sought
went on with an amount of senseless a committal to prison as the only means
gibberish which was perfectly disgust- by which he could possibly keep sober.
ing. The old man left the room and Justice Hopson refused to comply with
walked into the front yard. I followed Mr. Mossie's request, but directed him
him, and renewed the conversation, to be detained for the present.-N. Y.
while my friend the doctor very kindly Transcript.
undertook to keep the senseless young
man occupied in an argument upon
liberty, equal rights, etc. As I joined
the old man in the yard, he remarked,
with a good deal of feeling, that "every
one must have their troubles," and added,
"That boy, sir-that boy has made me a
great deal of trouble." In reply I en-
quired if the misconduct of his son had
not been caused solely by his use of in-
toxicating drinks. "Ah! yes," was the
ready reply. "Well, then, sir," said I,
Dean Swift and the Weaver.
In the streets of Leicester, one day,
Dean Swift was accosted by a drunken
weaver, who staggering against his rev-
erence said, "I've been spinning it out."
Yes," said the Dean, "I see you have;
and now you are reeling it home."
Stealing a Penny Loaf.
A ragged and shivering little starve-
will you not aid us in the great work
of reform, and help us by your example
and influence to banish from the earth
the curse of intemperance, which has
dashed your cup with such bitter dregs?"
It was a moment of hesitation, of irre-ling is brought before a magistrate for
solution, with the afflicted old man, stealing a penny loaf from a grocer's
and he knew not what to answer. window. This is, of course, à penal
Should this paragraph meet his eye, I offence. The grocer himself is the in-
renewedly beseech him to consider former, the testimony is perfectly con-
whether his whole influence, while he clusive, and the judge is about to sen-
continues to drink even moderately of tence the little wretch, when some kind-
strong drinks, is not directly calculat-hearted counsellor offers the following
ed to encourage his son in his present
ruinous course. I earnestly beg of him,
for his own sake, and for the present
and eternal good of his poor wayward
boy to pause and reflect.
Singular Request.
Some time ago, the well-known im-
provisator, John C. Mossie, attended
at the Police Office, and solicited Justice
Hopson to commit him to Bridewell.
The novelty of the request created very
evident surprise in the mind of the mag-
istrate, on perceiving which, Mr. Massie
took from his pocket two shillings,
which he stated was all the money he
considerations in mitigation of the of
fence: This child is the oldest of a
miserable group. Their mother is an
incorrigible sot; their father lies low in
the drunkard's grave. Upon the morn-
ing when this little culprit committed
this act of petty larceny, the mother lay
drunk upon the floor, and her children
were crying around her from cold and
hunger. The elder boy, unable to bear
the contemplation of their misery any
longer, rushed forth from the hovel. He
was resolved to obey that paramount
law of nature which teaches us the
principle of self-preservation, even in
disregard of the laws of the land. He
seized the penny loaf at the grocer's
window, and, returning speedily to the
den of wretchedness, he cast the unex-
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"
Something like half a century ago,
in the university of an adjoining State,
there studied a young man of rich and
glowing genius, ready and eloquent in
speech, of retentive and accurate mem-
ory, and with a mind well stored with
various learning. He entered upon his
profession as a lawyer with high hopes
and the most flattering prospects of suc-
cess. The early exhibition of his pro-
fessional skill and his immediate ad-
vancement to posts of honor in the
councils of State led the community in
which he lived to look upon him as the
probable candidate at some future day
for the chief magistracy in his native
State.
"His companions at this time were of
that class whose genius and scholarship
and wit entitled them to become leaders
in society. And here we leave this young
man, thus gifted and thus prospered;
and remembering what must be the
hopes, the warm fancies, the high, the
enthusiastic, the joyous dreams of such
a youth, we pass from the morning to
the evening of his life.
pected boon before the miserable group,
and bade them eat and live. He par-
took not himself; the very conscious-
ness of the crime he had committed, and
the fear of detection, supplied a more
engrossing and oppressive feeling than
that of hunger. The last morsel was
scarcely consumed before the officer of
justice entered the door; the offender
was pointed out by the grocer, who led
the way, and conducted him before the
tribunal. In the very midst of such
misery as this, and with the motive of
the criminal before us, there is some-
thing to soften the heart of man, though
we deny not that the act is a penal offence.
But the tale is by no means told. The
little circle, now utterly fallen and for-
lorn, is the wreck of a family once pros-
perous, temperate, frugal, industrious,
and happy. We have seen them on a Sab-
bath morning walking to God's house in
company together. The father, strange as
it may appear, was once a member of
the church. The very first drop of that
powerful tincture of destruction which
he ever drank, and which conducted
him through the paths of corruption to
the grave, he received from the hands
of another church member-that very
grocer who now pursues the starving
child of his former victim for stealing a
penny loaf! But this is a penal of-
ence. The farm was encumbered;
the community had turned its back up-daily bread. I saw him hooted by the
on the miserable victim of intempe-
rance; the church had expelled its of
fending member; the wife had sought,
in the same tremendous remedy for all
distracting care, an oblivion of her do-
mestic misery; home had become a
hell, whose only outlet was the grave.
All this aggregate of human wretch-gifted youth, and this was the change
edness was produced by this very gro-
cer. He has murdered the father, bru-
talized the mother, and beggared the
children. The whole text and context
of this continued and complicated
wrong, the destruction of a happy
family, is lawful and right! The theft
of a penny loaf by a starving boy, from
that very shop where his wretched fa-
ther had laid down his last farthing for
rum, is a penal offence!
Sad End of an Eloquent Lawyer.
Bishop Thomas M. Clarke, of Rhode
Island, gives the following account of an
eloquent lawyer and his sad end:
"A few years since I saw a white-
haired old man, pale, haggard, care-worn,
and yet somewhat venerable in his de-
meanor; ragged, and yet not in a com-
mon beggar's garb, walking the streets,
exhibiting a miserable, obscene bird to
get for himself the means to buy his
young, and I saw how the old passed
him by on the other side. I heard him
ask for a cast-off garment to protect his
aged limbs from the cold. I knew,
after this, how he would sometimes
steal a place where he might lay his
feeble head at nightfall. It was that
which half a century had wrought!
'In the early years of his profession
he had been led to do a deed which
brought shame and disappointment
upon him, and he sought to quench the
fire of remorse in the intoxicating cup.
From that hour his strength departed
from him. His mind had become a
ruin, and yet there were columns and
broken arches standing yet which told
how noble a temple once stood there.
And at times across the old man's soul
there would flash a shadow of the past-
shadows of the thoughts and imagery
of his youth; and as he caught a
glimpse of his own blanched locks, and
withered form, and tattered garb, for
moment his heart would sink withir.
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him. But the vigor of his mind had
been long decayed, its balance deranged,
his moral perceptions destroyed; and
he had become a weak, drivelling old
man, contented to live as the beast,
and to die as the beast dieth. And
now he sleeps in an unhonored, un-
noticed grave."
audience with an appropriate address.
After which the burning remains of his
majesty were interred, and the following
epitaph inscribed over his head:
"
Beneath this sketch there lies a wretch,
Cold water stopped his breath ;]
And when he died, creation cried,
We're tickled most to death."
Mr. Shawhan Rolls Out His Last
Barrel.
Mr. Green, the celebrated reformed
inebriate from Medina, upon invitation
addressed the citizens of Tiffin on a
certain occasion, the citizens of Fort Ball
on the following evening, and then the
citizens of Tiffin again; at each of which
meetings his efforts were highly satis-
factory, and crowned with the happiest
success, some forty or fifty names having
been obtained to the Washingtorian
pledge.
On the following morning, about ten
o'clock, L. D. Shawhan, a highly respect-
able citizen and merchant of Fort Ball,
having determined to abandon the traffic
in ardent spirits, rolled out his last bar-
rel, in the presence of a large and re-
spectable concourse of citizens, to be
disposed of at their pleasure.
Ôn motion of W. P. Nobles, Dr.
Cuhn was appointed President, to pre-
serve order on the occasion.
A Tale of Sorrow.
The following touching story of bro-
ken hearts, broken hopes, and broken
constitutions, was written by the Rev.
John Allen, a bishop of the Methodist
Episcopal Church in Canada.
I knew
him well, and his tale of horror may be
relied on as strictly true.
He was a
most uncompromising enemy of intem-
perance, and an able advocate of tempe-
rance.
He says: "Some years ago, I
was travelling from the State of New
York into the Province of Upper Cana-
da, by the way of Cape Vincent and
Kingston. Between the two channels of
the river St. Lawrence we passed Wolf's
or Grand Island, which is but thinly
settled. It was in the depth of winter,
late in the evening, when I called at an
inn. As is but too common at public-
houses, several gentlemen were seated
around the fireside, engaged in conver-
sation. A little interrupted by my com-
ing in, they made a short pause. Soon
one of them resumed the conversation,
and with a spirit of indignation said,
'Well that man ought to be hung
for such conduct towards his wife;' to
Mr. Green was then loudly called for, which the company responded in the
who arose amidst the deafening shouts affirmative. As I did not know the par-
of the assembled concourse, and preach- ticulars of which they were conversing,
ed the funeral of the captured tyrant. I thought it was the slander and harsh-
Mr. Green then enquired of the as-ness of a bar-room conversation, and I
semblage what should be done with
the prisoner, when all, in one deafening
and heaven-shaking voice, proclaimed,
"Behead and burn him! Behead and
burn him!"
A grave having been prepared, King
Alcohol, wrapped in a white oak shroud,
was brought forth.
The condemned culprit was then de-
posited in the grave, and Mr. Green, pur-
suant to the call of the assembly, pro-
ceeded to behead him with an axe pro-
cured for that purpose. Then, amid the
eloquent and applauding silence which
prevailed, he was set on fire by several
reformed inebriates. Mr. S. D. Shaw-
han, being then loudly called upon, ad-
dressed the meeting in an able and ap-
propriate manner. Dr. Cuhn was also
then called upon, and entertained the
asked for no explanation. The com-
pany soon dispersed. Early in the
morning I called on a man in the neigh-
borhood, with whom I had some business
to transact. Soon a gentleman rode up to
the door, wishing to know if I was a minis-
ter stating that a woman had died the day
before, and wishing me to stay and attend
the funeral; to which I consented, and
learned the following particulars: J. B.,
the inhuman husband of the deceased,
was the son of a tavern-keeper on the
island, and was early addicted to habits
of intemperance.
He had been married
to Miss B. four or five years.
Notwith-
standing his early habits of dissipation,
he had been somewhat guarded and
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prudent till he was married. He then
gave himself up to his cups and carous-
als, neglected his business, scattering
and destroying, spending much of his
time in the town of Kingston, in a place
noted for gambling and intemperance.
It was not long before the last of his
property tottered upon a single card.'
He sold the clothing out of his own house
for rum, and his wife was left to contend
with poverty and despair. He soon be-
came the most abandoned of drunkards
I ever saw. He not only seemed to
have forgotten to provide for his family,
but it became his delight to rob his for-
saken wife of every little comfort she
might earn, or receive from a benevolent
friend. He lived on the western side of
the island in a log hut. It stood upon a
rise, exposed to the northern blast that
sweeps along the entire length of the On-
tario. Almost perpetually the howling
tempest beat upon the lonely and shat-
tered dwelling. The rolling waves of
the Ontario were seen at a distance
dashing their foam upon huge banks of
ice, and the roar of waters and storm
added to the dismal gloom that reigned
within a drunkard's home.
"Here lived the unfortunate female
whose unhappy fate I am about to de-
scribe. She had been married and con-
fined to the prison-house of a drunkard
for near five years. Ah, hapless woman!
little did she think when she gave her-
self to the man she tenderly loved, and
who promised to protect her, that he
was soon to become to her the source of
a thousand woes. With the pencil of
fancy she had drawn the scenes of a fu-
ture life, and they were tinged with sun-
shine. But soon she learned that the
husband of her youth was a drunkard,
and what could she expect? Despair
settled upon her brow, and anguish
wrung her bleeding heart. Not one ray
of hope shed its glimmering upon her
solitary path. As if destined to woes,
with her sorrows her cares increased.
Two infant children demanded her at-
tention and her tears, the younger of
which was but a few weeks old when
its mother fell a victim to neglect and
despair.
And here let simple narrative tell her
tale of woe. When her infant was about
ten days old, she was under the necessi-
ty of going out through drifts, and snow,
and piercing winds, to gather fuel to
keep from freezing-her husband was
gone on a drunken frolic. She took a
No
severe cold, and was confined to a bed
of straw (for such it literally was).
longer able to walk, or even to sit up,
early one morning, as her brutal hus-
band was setting off for the tavern to
spend the day, she expostulated with
him, and endeavored to impress upon
his mind her distressed and critical
condition. She seemed to succeed.
But, oh! delusive hope. She told him
she must have assistance soon, or her
stay in the land of the living was short.
He seemed to feel. She prevailed on
him to go for medical aid. He crossed the
river St. Lawrence on the ice to Kings-
ton (a distance of four miles) and ob-
tained a vial of medicine at the apothe-
cary's store, and left in haste for his sick
family. He was returning with appa-
rent concern, and was passing the
corner of the street, when one of his asso-
ciates in profligacy, looking through the
window of a contemptible grog-shop,
saw his comrade passing and called him
to take something to drink.
Although the inebriate knew that the
relief, if not the life of his family, de-
pended on his speedy return-his help-
less family being entirely alone, and
none of his neighbors had knowledge of
his absence-yet this miserable wretch,
on hearing the sound of rum, and an
invitation to partake of the crimson
poison, soon forgot a suffering wife and
helpless infant, left by him in the jaws
of death. He entered the sink of woe
and crime, where demons in human form
are wont to meet and hold midnight
revelry. Here he remained in a drunken
frolic for several days, during which it
was extremely cold, and there was a
heavy fall of snow. No one called at his
house during the storm, supposing that
he was at home with his family. The
fire was out-no friend to render assist-
ance: not even the call of a stranger to
give relief. On her bed of straw, with
an infant on each arm, and a few shreds
of covering, lay the sufferer, pierced
with hunger and cold; the bed, fireplace,
and floor were all covered to some
depth by the drifting snow.
third or fourth day he returned with the
little medicine and a bottle of rum.
The snow had so drifted that it was with
difficulty he entered his house. All
within was silent as the house of death.
It is said that the fingers of the eldest
babe were stiffened to marble, and the
tear-drop had frozen upon the infant's
cheek. His wife neither smiled nor
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wep-life still flickered within them all. | Let me live in the cottage of poverty all
In this situation he found his neglected
and perishing family. He was intoxi-
cated when he returned-set his medi-
cine and bottle of rum on the shelf, and
immediately left for his father's family
(nearly half a mile distant), told his
mother the fire had gone out, and his
wife was at home sick, and he wished
she would go over and see her; at
the same time stepped into his father's
bar, and took a glass of brandy. As he
came out he staggered and fell, and
there he spent the afternoon.
His mother was unfortunately given
to habits of intemperance, and was then
under the influence of ardent spirits.
However, with fire and fuel she set out
for the abode of distress. She found the
woman and children speechless, badly
frozen, and apparently in the agonies of
death. With some difficulty she made
a fire, and threw a brick and stone into
the flames, and while they were heating
she discovered the rum. Being exceed
ingly chilled, she drank freely of it,
and thought it would do her good; but
it only deprived her of reason. By this
time the heated brick and stone became
burning hot, and the drunken mother
applied them to the naked feet of the
dying woman. I will only add that in
about thirty minutes the kindest mes-
senger from heaven came to her relief;
that messenger was death.
my days, and have naught but the bread
of sorrow to eat, and when I am thirst-
ing on a dry, parched desert, let me find
no water but my own bitter tears; and
when my enemies pursue me, and seek
my reputation and my life, and I fly for
protection to my last friend, let him for-
sake me-let all this come upon me, if I
must suffer; but, O gracious heaven!
deliver me from the all-devouring and
overwhelming fate of a drunkard."
The Sailor Beggar.
Не
"One day," said John Tappan, Esq.,
of Boston, a hearty sailor begged of
a gentleman in the street sixpence to
purchase a glass of grog, and was clam-
orous for the money. The gentleman
took the sailor into a baker's shop and
offered him a loaf of bread, but it was re-
fused, although the sailor declared he
had eaten nothing for two days. As the
sailor was evidently under the influence
of liquor, he was told he had taken too
much already, and ought to know better
than to make a beast of himself.
drew up his sleeve and said, 'There is
my name, and I am not ashamed of it.
My father has been governor of the
State of New York, and I have been in
"It fell to my lot to deliver the fune- Yale and Union colleges, and have had
ral discourse of this unfortunate female. a good education, but for years I have
The feelings of my heart on this occa-led a dissolute life, and four days ago
sion I will not attempt to describe. came into this port with the wages of a
When the lid of the coffin was removed,
and many weeping eyes were casting
painful looks on her who had fallen a
victim to the cruelties of intemperance,
I saw the husband (the author of her
hapless fate) stagger up to the coffin,
and, to all appearance, with a heart as
unmoved, and an eye as tearless, as the
cold and lovely form on which he fixed
his drunken gaze. We all proceeded to
the burying-ground, and I felt a pleasure
in seeing the coffin consigned to its
peaceful abode. But when I dismissed
the audience in the Christian form, with
my eyes I saw that drunken maniac
stagger over the fresh grave of his bosom
companion. My heart failed and my
spirit moved within me, and I could
not refrain from exclaiming in my heart,
Almighty God! if it is thy will that man
should suffer in this life, impose on me
what evil seemeth good in thy sight.
·
nine months' voyage in my pocket,
amounting to one hundred and ninety
dollars, but it is all gone to the keeper
of a sailor boarding-house, and in the
company which I met at Mother—————s's,
and now I must try another voyage.'
The Shield of Law.
A liquor-seller once said to James
Aiken, of Lewisburg, Penn.: " Sir, if
you will place yourself from under the
protection of the law, I will give you a
sound thrashing." Aiken, who had a
ready wit and no fear, and who has done
great service in the good cause, replied,
"I would be a great fool to get from
under the shield of the law; for it was
made to protect me against such fellows
as you."
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The Secret Sin of the Beautiful Bride. | any circumstances, the daughter of a
But love
petty landholder would run the risk of
being looked down upon by his family,
and now, with her dreadful failing, what
would they say and think?
prevailed over reason; and a bargain
was made that she should have six
months' probation in the house of a lady
in Dublin, whom he could trust with the
secret, and who, as his friend, would do
her utmost to make his Anna as good
as she was lovely. Meantime, they were
not to meet or to correspond; but if
all went well, in six months he was to
claim her as his wife.
There was a beautiful young´girl, the
daughter of a squireen or small proprie-
tor in Ireland, whose story I will tell
you. Her parents were dead, and she
and the brother, who hired the little
property, lived together in the large
› mansion house, fast falling into de-
cay from want of the means to repair
it. The brother was a keen sportsman,
and was daily to be seen with dog and
gun on the moor or by the lakeside, in
pursuit of his favorite amusement, and
generally accompanied by the pretty
little sister, who, bold and spirited, as
Irish girls often are, would without fear Time passed, and at length a letter
mount the wildest horse in the country, from his friend told him that the evil
and not unfrequently shoot her bird and seemed cured; that never once, since
spear her salmon in laughing rivalry of Anna came under her roof, had she
her brother. Nor would I blame her for seen cause to suspect a relapse into her
this. She had been reared up among former grievous sin; but sorrowfully
men, and was better used to their rude hinted that the poor girl's health seemed
sports than to more feminine occupa- sinking from some unknown cause-
tions, which, indeed, she had no oppor- that she refused all medical advice, and
tunity to learn. Well for her had the was evidently wasting away; and the
harm ended here! The house was lady concluded by saying, "I think it
situated in a wild, lonely country, no proceeds partly from shame of the past,
neighbors living within a circuit of and partly from a desire to see you." It
several miles. The brother, after a long is needless to say that the journey to
day's sport, liked to have one to sit with Dublin was no longer delayed. It was
him at night, and talk over the day's late at night when he reached his friend's
amusement; and who should do so so house, and Anna, feeling unwell, had
naturally as the young girl who had retired to bed. But her hostess said
shared in the excitement and fatigue? she would venture to disturb her, and
But talking produces thirst; and the bring her news of the welcome arrival.
young man took his glass of strong, In a moment she returned with horror
warm potheen punch, and gave a little strongly depicted on her countenance.
share to his sister. Thus began a taste"I fear," she said, "that something
for drink that by slow, gradual, yet sure
degrees gained upon her, till it was a
craving, continual and increasing, and
the young man shuddered at his work.
In the course of a distant shooting ram-
ble they met with an English gentleman
who had come to Ireland to enjoy its
wild sports. Struck with the girl's
beauty and freshness, he obtained an
Introduction to the brother, and, after
several interviews had deepened into
affection the impression made by her
natural loveliness and arch simplicity,
he offered her his hand. Now came the
horrid moment of explanation; for the
brother, though poor, was a gentleman
and man of honor, who felt he could
not in silence permit his sister to become
the wife of one honorable and high-born,
and leave him to find out, when too late
for remedy, that he had taken a drunk-
ard to his bosom. Powerful was the
struggle in the lover's breast. Under
terrible has happened. She lies in a
stupor, and I cannot awaken her."
The gentleman followed, with hurried.
steps, to the bed-chamber.
Anna lay
on her couch, stretched stiffly out, a
filmy glaze dimming those lustrous
eyes, and a burning, hectic spot showing
brightly on each sunken cheek. Her
lover shuddered, thinking death had
been busy in that chamber.
Alas! a
kiss upon the parched lip revealed to
his shuddering mind the awful truth
that the stupor was not that of death,
but of intoxication! Shocking was the
fact now brought cut by questioning
the reluctant servants. At night, while
her unsuspecting hostess slept, she, hid-
den by the cloud of darkness, indulged
in the secret sin, which had worked out
its deadly errand, undermining her
strength, and sapping the vital powers,
till her constitution was now decayed-
"past cure, past hope, past help.” And
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•
but a brief space afterwards he who had |
come full of buoyant hope to lead his
reclaimed bride to the altar, now fol-
lowed her poor corpse to the funeral
vault, only too glad her shame was hid-
den in its dark shades.-A Woman's
Plea for Temperance.
Taverns Seven Hundred Years Ago,
The following description of a drink
ing tavern or groggery is in the seventh
part of the confession of the Waldenses
and Albigenses, composed at least as
far back as the year 1120. It will be
seen that strong drink holds its own,
and that the fruits thereof are as deadly
and destroying now as they were in an-
cient days.
The Temperance Boy and the Lady.
No is the countersign to virtue It
requires a great deal of firmness to say
no.
Here, my dear, drink a glass of wine,"
said a lady, as she handed a glass of cham-
pagne to a bright boy.
No, thank you, ma'am, I belong to
the cold-water band," replied the boy.
it," said a gentleman, who wanted to
"I'll give you a dime if you'll drink
test the little teetotaler's strength.
"Oh! no, sir," replied the boy, "I
would not break my pledge for a hun-
dred dimes!'
Noble young teetotaler! How many
of our readers are as true as he?
Father Taylor and the Insolent
Rowdy.
While Edward T. Taylor was deliver-
ing one of his temperance lectures, a
well-known drunkard present, disliking
some of his remarks, commenced hiss-
ing. Father Taylor turned the atten-
tion cf the audience to him, and then
said in his own peculiar way, as he
pointed to him, "There's a red nose gct
into cold water. Don't you hear it
hiss?"
"A tavern is the fountain of sin, the
school of the devil; it works wonders
fitting the place. It is the manner of
God to show his power in the church
and to work miracles; that is to say, to
give sight to the blind, to make the
lame go, the dumb to speak, the deaf to
hear. But the devil doth quite contrary
to all this in a tavern ; for when a drunk-
ard goeth to a tavern, he goeth uprightly,
but when he cometh forth he cannot go
at all, and he hath lost his sight, his hear-
ing, and his speech. The lectures that
are read in this school of the devil are,
gluttonies, oaths, perjuries, lyings, and
blasphemies, and divers other villanies;
for in a tavern are quarrels, slanders, Temperance Declaration of Indepen-
contentions, murders.'
A Truth Mated.
dence.
This declaration was made at a tem-
perance meeting, and reads thus:
Whereas, in the course of human
events, it has become necessary that an
"If you had avoided rum," said a enslaved community should dissolve the
wealthy though not intelligent grocer bonds of king and subject, and a decent
to his intemperate neighbor, "your early respect for the opinions of mankind re-
habits of industry and intellectual abil-quires that we should declare the causes
ities would now have permitted you to
ride in your carriage."
And if you had never sold rum for
me to buy," replied the bacchanal, "you
would have been my driver."
The Oldest Temperance Pledge.
The oldest pledge of temperance is
found in the Bible, Jeremiah, chap.
xxxv., and the words were spoken by
the Rechabites: We will drink no
wine; we, nor our wives, nor sons,
for ever.
which impelled us to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-
evident: That all men are born free
and equal, and that they arc endowed
by their Creator with certain inalienable
rights, among which are these: that
every man has a right to appease hunger
and quench thirst with that which is
best adapted to the human constitution;
that no man shall be compelled to swal-
low that which distorts his features,
bloats his visage, burns his stomach,
blasts his reputation, ruins his worldly
prospects, destroys his domestic hap-
piness, enervates his mind, debases his
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heart, maddens his brain, and digs his
grave.
The history of King Alcohol is a his-
tory of repeated wrongs, outrages, and
oppressions, all having in direct object
the establishment of absolute tyranny
over us.
To prove this, let facts be submitted
to a candid world:
He refuses to allow us to use the best
of all beverages, cold water.
He refuses to assist us when weak
and overcome in his service, and, when
fallen by the wayside, will leave us to
die like dogs in the gutter.
He gives us an ever-craving longing
for poison, and deprives us of appetite
for the good and wholesome things in-
tended for man's sustenance.
He makes the nose a light-house,
and the face a rumseller's advertise-
ment.
He picks our pockets and clothes us
in rags.
He steals our friends and doubles
our enemies.
He feeds us from the bottle and lod-
ges us in the open street.
He deprives us of employment and
steals our livelihood.
He heats us in summer and freezes
us in winter.
He sends sickness and pain and takes
health and strength.
He makes our houses ruins and our
lands deserts.
He stamps decay on our frames and
burning shame on our hearts.
He makes our bodies wrecks and our
homes mad-houses.
He sends deep woe to our fathers and
broken hearts to our mothers.
He sends our wives to the grave and
our children to the poor-house.
He makes life a loathsome burden
and death a maddening thought.
He sends unnumbered
denies one real advantage.
curses and
A king whose character is thus mark-
ed by every act which may define a
tyrant is utterly unfit to govern human
beings.
We, therefore, in sobriety and sanity
assembled, now declare that we are, and
of a right ought to be, free and indepen-
dent; that we are hereby absolved from
all allegiance to King Alcohol; that,
sink or swim, live or die, survive or
perish, we are for independence-inde-
pendence now, and independence for
ever; and in support of this declaration,
we pledge ourselves to wage unceasing
hostility, that in prosperity and adver-
sity, in public and private, at home and
abroad, on land and on sea, we will hold
ourselves ever in battle array.
We therefore now hold King Alcohol
as we hold other poisons-a death-foe
in health, in sickness to be used only by
medical advice; and with this solemn
declaration of our independence of, and
our final separation from him, we now
proclaim that we will make no compro-
mise, consent to no truce, listen to no
terms of peace; that our wrongs are
unpardonable, our enmity undying, and
our war eternal and exterminating.
General Zachary Taylor.
General Taylor's name is immortal-
ized. His history is closely identified
with that of his country. He was a hero.
His sending word to the enemy,
"Gen-
eral Taylor never surrenders," will never
be forgotten. It is treasured up among
the national household words, like
Commodore Perry's "We have met the
enemy, and they are ours, " and Captain
Lawrence's "Don't give up the ship."
General Taylor was also a moral hero
a temperance hero-and when he died
it might have been well said over his re-
mains:
"How sleep the brave who sink to rest
With all their country's wishes blest ?"
A paper makes the following aver-
ments concerning the life and habits of
General Taylor: "Never chewed to-
bacco never drank rum, never smoked
a cigar, never owed a man a cent,
never was sued, never sued any one
himself, never was dunned, never dun-
ned anybody, and never lost a battle."
THE TAYLOR JUG.
A gentleman travelling at the West
met an emigrant journeying with his
family to the fertile regions beyond the
Mississippi. He had all his goods
packed in wagons, and on one load there
hung a huge jug with the bottom broken
out. He asked the stranger why he
carried that with him. Why," said he,
"that is my Taylor jug." "And what is
a Taylor jug?" he enquired.
said he, "I had a son with General Tay-
lor's army in Mexico, and the old gen-
tleman always told him to carry his whis-
key-jug with a hole in the bottom; and
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since then I have carried my jug as you body, but ruins the soul. 'No drunk-
see it, and I find it the best invention Iard shall inherit the kingdom of God';
ever met with.' "Now," said Rev. Dr. and there is only one other place where
Stephen H. Tyng, who related the anec- they can go."
dote, "if our presidents, governors, and
legislators would only carry such whis-
key-jugs as this Western emigrant car-
ried-if their jug had no bottom in it-
we should have much less drunkenness
and misery. It is their example that
does more mischief than rumsellers do."
Rev. Edward T. Taylor,
THE SAILOR PREACHER.
The Rev. Edward T. Taylor, the far-
famed sailor preacher of Boston, I knew
very well. I have heard him preach,
and heard him make most effective tem-
perance speeches.
He was an original genius, full of
pleasantry and wit.
At one of his prayer-meetings a black
man occupying`a back seat rose and
spoke briefly and effectively. When he
sat down, Father Taylor exclaimed, "I
knew we should have a refreshing
shower when I saw that black cloud
arising."
After a very windy man had made a
long, dull, dry, uninteresting, unprofit-
able talk, Mr. Taylor, when the man had
taken his seat, said, "Now I wish some
one would speak who has something to
say.'
"
He was just as witty on the subject of
temperance, and he would tell some of
the most thrilling and pathetic stories
about intemperance among the sailors.
EVILS OF INTEMPERANCE.
In 1846, in the old Broadway Taber-
nacle, I heard Mr. Taylor deliver an ad-
dress of rare beauty and power. He
described in glowing colors the evil of
intemperance. He showed what a dig-
nified being man was-the lord of crea-
tion. He showed how rum degraded
this noble being so he could strike his
mother and seize hold of the gray locks
of an aged father; that, however amiable
he may naturally be, rum changes him
so he becomes a devil, an incarnate fiend.
He said, "He is degraded, ruined, for-
saken. He despises himself, and he is
abhorred by others. Fortune throws
him out of her lap, and protection folds
up her arms and refuses to encircle him.
Drunkenness not only injures the
He showed that the cause was retail-
ing ardent spirits; that there were "eight
thousand slaughter-pens in the city of
New York, and they all had their cus-
tomers. Gentlemen with their sons are
there, the rich are there, the poor are
there. The law throws its arms of pro-
tection around those who keep these
slaughter-pens, and makes their busi-.
ness respectable."
THE DRUNKARD AND THE DRUNKARD-
MAKER.
Speaking of cause and effect, he says:
"When a man is intoxicated, he is
insane; he cannot discern between good
and evil. Yet if he steals, we imprison
him; if he murders, we hang him.
What do you do with the man who
causes him to murder; who puts mur-
der into his heart, and stimulates him to
do the deed? You protect him in his
You sign his applica-
lawful business.
tion for the renewal of his license, or
you send him to Congress.
America, the paradise of the world, the
only free country upon which the sun of
heaven ever shone ;The land of the free
and the home of the brave.'
All this in
"You hang the effect and let the
cause go. I go for hanging both."
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THEIR PUNISHMENT.
'What shall be done with those who
keep these slaughter-pens?
I go for
serving them as old Rough-and-Ready
was for serving a rumseller who followed
General Taylor's army into Mexico. He
found that he was selling liquor to the
soldiers and making them intoxicated.
He went to him and told him if he did not
quit that business, he would kick him
into the United States. The sailor
preacher said: "I go for kicking them
the other way. Kick them over the Rocky
Mountains, and then on to the shores of
the Pacific; and then give them one more
kick into the ocean, and then enquire,
as the Quaker did, 'Friend, canst thou
swim?
The Teetotaler and his Medicine.
A teetotaler of Cork had a severe
attack of illness, and, among other
complaints, water on the chest, He
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called a physician, who, among other, traveller stopped at the hotel for the
medicines, prescribed whiskey-punch.
He purchased some bottles of liquor,
and locked them up safe at home in his
cupboard, taking the medicine regular-
ly, as prescribed, but not touching the
whiskey. After a time the doctor told
him to discontinue the whiskey, and take
instead certain Drogheda ale, which he
would purchase of very superior quality
at a certain shop in the city; of this also,
fearing the doctor might enquire, he
purchased a few bottles, and locked
them up safely with the whiskey. In a
short time the teetotaler got quite well,
and his case was spoken of as a most
remarkable recovery, of course attribut-
ed to the virtues of the liquor. When
the doctor paid his last visit, the man
thanked him for his kindness, and told
him he had done all he had desired
him, except in two instances. "What
were those?" said the doctor, looking
very angry. "Why, sir, I did not take
the whiskey-punch nor the ale.” "You
did not!" said the doctor, looking at
him. "And why did you not?" "Why,
sir," said the teetotaler, "I believe that
any person who gives up intoxicating
drink for the love and honor of the
Saviour will never have occasion to
take them again." "Is that your faith?"
said the doctor. "It is, sir." "Then
it was your faith that saved you, and
answered all the purposes of the whis-
key-punch and ale.”—Bristol Herald.
Thrilling Adventure of a Young
Lady.
The following singular story is from
the Palmer, Mass., Journal:
night, and was conducted by an unsus-
pecting servant-girl to the room where
the liquors had been deposited. As the
evening grew late, the young lady went
to bed and was soon fast asleep, little
dreaming of the mischievous spirits
which were working under her pillow.
About midnight, when all had become
still, the secreted liquor-owing to the
heat of the weather or the genial warmth
imparted to it by the gentle sleeper-ex-
panded to such a degree as to defy
longer confinement. Pop! pop! went
the corks of both bottles, almost simulta-
neously, making a noise as loud as the
report of as many pistols, and awaken-
ing the fair sleeper, who sprang from
the bed, uttering such wild and terrific
screams that every person in the house
was immediately aroused. The moon
shone bright enough for the lady to dis-
cover the red liquid upon her night-
dress, and, with the conviction that she
had been shot, she fainted and fell to the
floor. A dozen servants immediately
burst into the lady's room, and were
horrified at finding her lying upon the
floor, weltering in blood. All believed
that some awful tragedy had been en-
acted-that she had either committed
suicide or been cruelly murdered. A
light, however, convinced them that she
still breathed. No time was lost in
sending for a surgeon, while the half-
dressed inmates of the house commenc-
ed a search for the assassin or the in-
strument which had becn employed to
perpetrate the horrid deed. On exam-
ing the bed, it was found to be drenched
with what was supposed to be the blood
of the young lady; but a strong smell
of brandy caused some one to investi-
gate a little further, when the two bot-
tles one partially filled with
wine and the other with brandy-were
discovered under the pillow. How the
doctor came, how the lady recovered,
and how the landlord tried to hush up
the affair the next day, can be better im-
agined than we can describe."
red
"In one of the most sober towns of
Hampshire County, where the Maine
Law is strictly observed, the keeper of
one of the hotels has, for several months
past, kept a bottle or two of liquor in
the bed where he sleeps, taking care to
remove them every night when he went
to bed, and replace them when he got
up in the morning. A few days since,
having replenished his bottles, and not
having a good opportunity to carry them
to their old quarters, he slipped them
under the bolster of one of the beds re- "I am glad," said I, "captain, to see
served for travellers, and, being called that you use no strong drink now; for,
out of town to spend the following three years ago, I remember to have
night, forgot to remove them. It unfor- solemnly warned and exhorted you to
tunately happened that a young lady quit it." He replied, "I had to quit it,
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or it would have killed me; and now I
have left off selling the vile stuff."
Of course I congratulated this very
amiable and worthy citizen, whom I saw
in a village of New Jersey not many
days since, and encouraged him to ad-
here to his good resolution of total ab-
stinence.
But," continued the captain, "I've
got a good anecdote to tell you."
"About whom?" said I.
'About yourself," resumed he. "Do
you not remember, when you was in my
store three years ago, to have seen there
a carpenter, a large, stout man, who was
then a great drunkard ?"
I told him that I did remember the
carpenter, and that I had some conver-
sation with him; but could not recall
a single expression.
Why," said the captain. "the fellow
was the greatest drunkard I ever knew;
he would drink two quarts of whiskey
a day, and by four every afternoon was
past work. He asked you once and
again, by way of insolence, what would
become of the drunkards; when you
turned upon him, and said, 'Now, let
me tell you, my friend, that you must
either damn rum, or rum will damn
you; for one or the other of you will
soon be damned for ever." Your words,
sir, stuck with him; and I don't believe
he has been drunk since. He is now a
member of the temperance society, and
does not drink a drop."
I could only reply to the captain,
"This is good news indeed; and I thank
God I was enabled to make so profitable
a specch."
A Terrible Case of Delirium
Tremens.
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these seasons was appalling. In stand-
ing by his bedside, his eyes were shoot-
ing forth the fires that were raging within,
and his shrieks the most horrid that can
well be imagined.
During his attack he walked into the
street, a perfect maniac. Yet, while in
that condition, he found some one vile
enough to thrust the cup to his lips, and
he was returned to his house intoxicated
as well as a maniac. His wife said to
the writer of this that she wished those
who had fed his raging thirst, and had
brought him on his bed of anguish and
death, might but witness his deep throes
of agony, his horror at the pictures of
imagination. But, no; when he had
spent all his substance, as this man lit-
erally had, for the poison which had
proved his ruin-for he had wasted a
snug little patrimony-they turned away
and said, "He might as well die; no one
would mourn for him!" They could
not be persuaded to visit his bedside;
but that was left to those who had often
warned him of his danger, and without
effect. When will the public mind
awake to this subject, and come out and
adopt the principle of total abstinence
from all that can intoxicate?
Tremendous Appeal.
J.
A young man of extraordinary genius,
who was graduated at Princeton with the
first distinction, was seen by a party of
students, in less than one short year,
lying in the street-his brow, so recently
crowned with the laurels of the college,
now begrimed with dirt. On observing
in the young men a disposition to make
themselves merry at his expense, with
some effort he raised himself a little,
and, supported on his elbows, addressed
them in language like this: Young
men, I once stood erect, and walked
firmly on the ground as you do now.
Had I been told but a year ago that I
should be found in my present con-
dition, I should have contemned the
prophet, and exclaimed, as did one of
old, 'Is thy servant a dog, that he should
do this thing?'
He was taken do this thing?' It is ardent spirit, fit
only to be concocted in hell and swal-
lowed by devils, that has prostrated me
in this vile mud and made me despise
myself. Laugh not at a poor ruined
wretch, who can no longer control the
raging fury of his appetite. Be rather
A most striking and distressing case
of this frightful and horrid malady having
occurred in Rome, Oneida Co,. N.Y.,
I have thought it might prove interest-
ing and useful to spread the same before
your readers.
The individual was in
the prime of life, and might, under the
blessing of temperate habits have been
spared for many years. He was taken
about a week previous to his death, and
was soon writhing in the anticipated
agonies of the second death. Visions
of serpents, fire, and everything most
horrid, played around him in frightful
horror; and his agony and distress in
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admonished by his example; and as
you regard your reputation, as you love
yourselves, beware of the first glass, be-
ware of the college wine party, the morn-
ing dram, and the evening potation."
A Tale of Woe.
Thurlow W. Brown, of the Cayuga
Chief, comments thus: "A young, well-
dressed, gentlemanly-appearing man,
with a lovely wife and child, had jour-
neyed on the same train with us from
Buffalo. At
in spite of the ear-
nest and tearful protestations of his
wife, he would leave the depot, as he said,
'on business.' From the wife's man-
ner we readily guessed what she thought
his business was. For a long hour she
stood with her boy in her arms, await-
ing his return, the tears, in spite of all
her efforts, silently dropping upon the
cheek of her sleeping child.
He came
just as the train started-drunk. He
lurched towards the platform, fell upon
the rail, and his head was severed from
his body. Never in life shall we for-
get the expression of the wife's coun-
tenance, as she stood a moment, her
features pale and ghastly, and then fell
senseless upon the gory and smoking
form of her husband. The wail of the
fatherless boy touched every heart, for
not one who looked upon the scene
could refrain from weeping. Had an
assassin robbed the wife and child of a
husband and father at such a moment,
the enraged populace would have
lynched him on the spot. But he was
killed "by authority." He died a legal
death. The butchery was licensed.
The price of blood was in the rum-
seller's till. A few pennies' worth of
property was saved to him, but a hus-
band, father, and citizen destroyed.
It
madly from its sphere, and abusing
his best friends, is a sight more melan-
choly than death. We never could
laugh at a drunken man, though wit
may sparkle from him in his cups.
is a sight deplorable to gods and men,
and to the relatives and friends of the
fallen one, it is a grief which neither
words nor tears can adequately express.
We have witnessed some instances of
late that were melancholy and painful
in the extreme. For the poor degraded
victims wec an only feel an infinite pity.
"We witnessed on Monday, in Front
Street, a scene, if possible, more painful
than that indicated above-an aged
mother, as she appeared to be, holding
on to the arm of her staggering son, as
if buoyed up by a mother's hope, and
determined not to give him up. Oh!
the trials of the drunkard's mother."
Tapering Off.
There is no greater error, no sadder
mistake, than the idea of tapering off
in drinking intoxicating liquors. Many
have tried it, but they taper on; they
increase the dose. This has been the
case with thousands upon thousands of
mistaken souls. I am reminded of a
gentleman who had a dog with a long
tail, and going away from home to re-
main several days, he ordered his servant
to cut the dog's tail. When he re-
turned, his wife said to him, "My dear,
I wonder what ails our dog; for every
morning, about such an hour, he has
howled most dreadfully.” He called
his servant to him, and enquired, "Did
you cut off that dog's tail?" "Yes," he
answered, "I cut off a little piece of it
every morning." Why did you not
cut it all off at once?" "Because I was
afraid it would hurt him.”
Truth Forcibly Spoken.
There is a striking philosophical truth
in the following paragraph in the New
York Mirror:
"The most eloquent and effective lec-
tures on the subject of temperance are
those addressed to the eye. To see a
man of splendid intellect staggering
about the streets, like a 'star shot
Touching Appeal.
A merchant in New York City was
fast becoming intemperate, and this was
a subject of conversation and regret
with those who knew him. Living in
the upper part of the city, he returned
home from his store, and a sweet little
daughter of his got up on his lap, and
kissed him and patted his cheek, and
looked him right in the face, as the tears
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filled her blue eyes, and she said, "You | has nothing but rags upon him, his
are not a drunkard, are you, pa?" He watch is gone, and his shoes afford free
covered his face and wept, and from passage to the water. There stands a
that hour abandoned his cups. The drunkard; and here stands a teetotaler,
touching appeal of his sweet little with a good hat, good shoes, good
daughter did the business for him. Some clothes, and a good watch, all paid for.
And
child at the school had said to her, Yes, here stands a teetotaler!
"Your father is a drunkard," and it now, my friends, which has the best of
like to have broken her little heart. it?" The bystanders testified their ap-
proval of the teetotaler by loud shouts,
while the crestfallen drunkard slunk
away, happy to escape further castiga-
tion.
Taking a Day to Himself.
A deacon of a church in Ohio, who
had maintained a fair religious character
for many years, was found by one of
his neighbors one day drunk in the road
alongside of the fence. Said he, "Dea-
con, how did this happen? The
deacon said, “I have been sober and
tried to serve the Lord for many years,
but I thought I would take a day to
myself." Alas! most of the sprees,
blowouts, free-and-easies, scrapes, and
difficulties men get into, especially in
regard to intemperance, arise from men
taking a day to themselves."
The Toper's Opinion.
"I think," said an old toper, com-
menting upon the habits of a young
man who was fast making a beast of
himself, "when a man reaches a certain
pint in drinkin', he ort to stop." Well,
I think," said another, "he ought to
stop before he reaches a pint."
The Teetotaler and the Drunkard.
A drunkard assailed a Washingtoni-
an, but could only say, "There goes a
teetotaler!" The gentleman waited
until the crowd had collected, and then,
turning upon the drunkard, said, "There
stands a drunkard! Three years ago
he had a sum of $800; now he cannot
produce a penny. I know he cannot.
I challenge him to do it; for if he had
a penny he would be at a public-house.
There stands a drunkard and here
stands a teetotaler, with a purse full
of money, honestly earned and careful-
ly kept. There stands a drunkard!
Three years ago he had a watch, a
coat, shoes, and decent clothes; now he
Terrible Results from a Small Cause.
"Behold how great a matter a little
fire kindleth." Henry Ferguson and
Ephraim Tally had jointly bought a
quart of liquor, and received in change
two cents. A dispute originated as to
the distribution of the change. Fergu-
son demanded both cents; but Tally
A
was willing to give him but one.
dispute, therefore, about a single cent,
cost one of the parties his life, made the
other a murderer, and sent him for
twelve years to the penitentiary. But
the liquor, the abominable whiskey,
was no doubt the real cause of all this
woe.
The Two Sailors.
Two sailors were sitting on the gun-
wale of their ship drinking grog. "This
is meat and drink," said Jack, and fell
overboard as he was speaking. “And
now you've got washing and lodging,"
coolly replied Tom.
The Two Physicians.
There lived in Berkshire County,
Mass., two physicians of considerable
skill and eminence. One of them used
no spirituous liquors, the other drank
freely; and while the one had acquired
considerable property, the other remain-
ed poor.
Meeting each other one day, when
the former was returning from a dis-
tant town with a well-made and richly-
painted carriage, the latter accosted
him thus: "Doctor
how do you
manage to ride in a carriage painted in
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so costly a marner? I have been in
practice as long and extensively as you,
and charge as much, but I can hardly
live and drive the old one. "The
paint on my carriage didn't cost half as
much as the paint on your face."
A Tip-Top Life.
I told him that was very good, and
said, "Mister, I think you ought to
have another dream or vision, and hear
another voice saying, 'Drink not, drink
not at all."" He said he thought it
would be a good thing. We conversed
together a little longer. I said to him,
My train is coming; yours will be here
at four o'clock and one minute." We
shook hands. Said he, "Stranger, I
thank you for treating me so politely
and kindly, and I hope, if ever we meet
again, you will show your respects to
me."
Time to Quit.
A soaker in a neighboring village had
Next morning
A young man who is serving out
a term in the Michigan State prison has
written a long letter to his friends,
dwelling upon the causes which led
him into crime, and summing up the
conditions of "tip-top life," as under-
stood by rapid young gentlemen. He
says: "You may not comprehend this
term, but let me explain. By living
a tip-top life is meant, first, to be idle; been on a hard spree.
second, to drink whiskey or anything he wanted to taper off, but the query
else, and of course get drunk; third, was, how to get the liquor. His jug
to frequent all places of coarse fun, such was empty, his pockets ditto, and the
as cock-fights, boxing matches, negro tavern-keeper wouldn't trust. Casting
shows, etc.; fourth, to steal all they can his eyes round, he spied his wife's
lay their hands upon. This, then, is pocket Bible, which he slyly slipped in-
living a tip-top life. Thus have I fall- to his own pocket, and off he went to the
en, and thus will thousands of young
tavern. After coaxing the landlord for
men fall."
a drink in vain, he produced the Bible
and offered it in security; but it was no
go. "That's not yours; take it home
to your wife." In vain he begged for
one glass, and insisted on leaving the
Bible, promising to go to work and pay
him out of the first money he got. The
"Well," said
publican was inexorable.
he, "when you won't take either my
word or the Word of God for a drink,
it's high time for me to quit." He car-
ried the Bible home and signed the
pledge, and has drunk none since.
The Wrong Ticket.
How true it is that wine is a mocker,
strong drink is raging, and he that is
deceived thereby is not wise-that is,
he is a fool; and the drunkard is the fool
of all fools.
I was waiting at the depot at Sing
Sing for a car to go to New York, and a
man came reeling up to me whose whole
appearance showed he was under the
influence of strong drink. "Mister,"
said he, "what time do the cars go to
Croton?" I answered, "Four o'clock
and one minute." He began to fumble
for his ticket, and said to me, "It don't
say so on my ticket; the ticket-seller has
cheated me." I said, "You don't have
the time the cars go on your ticket, but
on the time-table. Being satisfied on
that subject, another was introduced. |
Said he, "Mister, the other night I had
a dream or a vision. As I was in bed, a
voice came to me, saying, 'Swear not,
swear not at all,' and I awoke, got out
of my bed and on my knees, and it was
not long before I felt better; and I have
not sworn one word since."
The Last Tragedy.
Poor Sam Morrell-who did not
know him?-was found dead in Lydius
Street yesterday. Verdict of the coro-
ner's jury, "Death from intemperance
and exposure." Poor Sam! how many
of our citizens, old and young, have
long been familiar with his oddities and
vagaries when under the baleful influ-
ence of his "ruling passion," a love
of liquor! Yet how few ever knew or
could appreciate the depths of the
degradation, the miseries, and the suffer-
ings of which poor Sam has been for
so many long years the victim! Once
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he trod the boards of the stage with Mr. Gough says: "I never was an
a noble bearing and majestic step actor upon the stage; but I did for
worthy of a Roscius and a Garrick. about six weeks sing comic songs
But rum "played foul with his intel- between the pieces. That is all my
lect," and for more than a dozen years experience, at any rate, of stage life upon
has Sam only been known as a street the stage; but I was at one time
drunkard. But even then was Shak- acquainted with a large circle of young
spere always uppermost in his thoughts, men, and many of them glorious young
and often has he been taken to the men-some of them classical scholars,
"lock-up" for spouting, at the witching and not one of them that I know was
hour of night, the soliloquies and rav- a fool. In one city in America I
ings of Richard III. or some other belonged to a club of young men, and
favorite character of his beloved author. it was called at one time the Shal:-
But for him the path was only down- spere Club, because most of the mem-
ward, and that continually. For the bers were theatrical gentlemen. And I
last four or five years his history has tell you there were men of genius
been uniform. A residence of thirty or there-and an actor must be a man of
sixty days in the "home of the vagrant," genius; he must be a man of talent, ke
to be followed with a debauch of but must be a clever fellow; for I tell you
a few days, and then another thirty or the public have taste enough and
sixty days, have been the record of Sam's appreciation enough to hiss from the
life during that period. Wretches in boards a man who is not a clever fellow
abundance could always be found who and is not a genius, and among that
would pour the "liquid fire" down his class of men you will find some splen-
burning throat, and then laugh over his did fellows as the world ever saw, with
drunken vagaries. The last debauch, natural ability and genius. And some
ending in death, was the most pro- such there were in the city in which I
tracted and revolting. In rags, soaked was; I knew them well; I loved them as
by the pitiless storms, Sam wandered I loved my own brother; they received
through the streets, begging a penny me into their society; and I will tell
of every one he met, or now and then you that out of the thirty-five or thirty-
earning one by a song. A more pitiable six that I knew there, I was the least
object we never beheld than he pre-in intellect and in mental capacity and
sented yesterday. Filthy, in rags, face power. I spoke in the Melodeon in
covered with brickdust, he appeared the city of Boston; it was the first
the most forlorn object we ever saw. It temperance address that was ever de-
appears that during the afternoon alivered in that building.
building. I said,
gang of idlers had hired Sam to sing
a collection of his songs, and had re-
warded him by giving to him an unusu-
ally large donation of money. He re-
paired to the first rummery, procured
an extra quantity of his bane, and drank
it. Soon after he was found lying dead
in Lydius Street, his murdered spirit
having been thus suddenly summoned
before his Maker. The verdict indeed I,
The verdict indeed
stands upon the coroner's book as
"Death by intemperance and expo-
sure," but on another book there are
some who will meet a charge of "wil-
ful murder" recorded against them.-
Albany Evening Journal.
Theatricals and Mr. Gough,
With what inimitable beauty and sim-
plicity Mr. Gough tells his own story!
How it reads like a tale of chivalry!
'Ladies and gentlemen, twelve years
ago I stood in this building, the last
time it was ever opened for theatrical
performances.' The play then was,
Departed Spirits; or, The Temperance
Hoax,' in which some of the best and
most glorious pioneers and leaders of
this enterprise were held_up to scorn
and contempt. 'Where I stand,' said
I, 'was the stage; where that organ
stands was the scenery and machinery;
where you sit was the pit; there is the
first, and there the second row of boxes;
the third has been taken away; there
is the door which led to one dressing-
room, and there the door which led
to another. This house is very little
changed; but circumstances are. Where
are they, the young men that twelve
years ago associated with me in this
house? Echo only answers, "Where?"
I knew them, glorious fellows-one a
classical scholar, a graduate at Cam-
bridge University; a man who had the
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went backwards, and presented the
most ridiculous appearance. Charles
would mortify himself rather than lose
a joke. But I said, Where is he? Dead!
Where did he die? He died in a drunk-
en debauch; falling down a flight of
stairs, when endeavoring to find his
way without a light, he broke his neck,
and scarce ten persons went to his
funeral. There was another, a most
glorious singer, a man who kept
most presence of mind under difficulty
of any man I ever knew; a man who
was the most intensely practical joker
I ever saw in my life; a man that
nothing in the world could daunt; a
man who always (as we say) had his wits
about him. I will give you a little
illustration of it. He was performing |
the part of Pizarro one night; and the
servant had to come in and say to him,
'My lord, we have just taken an old
cacique." Pizarro's words were then horses worth seven hundred and
to be, Then drag him before me." sixty dollars, at
dollars, at Reed's establish-
Instead of which the servant said, ment, at the back of the Pemberton
"My lord, we have just taken an old House, who used to invite us to ride;
cask." I saw Charles's face twitch, and many a ride I have had with him to
as he stood there a little. By-and-by, Brighton, and Brookline, and Dor-
folding his arms, as the audience had chester. Where is he? Dead! Where
recovered from their roar of laughter, did he die? He died in a horse-trough
destroying his point just there, he in the stable where he once kept his
exclaimed, "Roll him in and tap him!" own horses, and no one with him except
The man could always make the best of a city missionary; the thought that
a bad bargain. I remember at one time maddened him, when the cold fingers
he had delirium tremens. They said it of death were feeling for his heart-
was brain fever; he had his head shaved strings, was: My old friends have left
completely bare, and there were very me, and there is no one to wipe the cold
few among his acquaintances who knew sweat from my brow but a city mission-
his head had been shaved. He had a ary, that I have scoffed and laughed at
most magnificent wig manufactured, as a fanatic"; and he died, struggling
and he used to go round with us to the in his wretched bed, and cursing those
drinking-houses as before. One night who had brought him to ruin. I spoke
we were all in Concert Hall together, of another and another. And one of
and there was one young gentleman them-I saw him die. He had not seen
who was to treat. He was one of those his twenty-third birthday; and he had
young men who consider it a very great bitten his tongue through twice, until
honor to treat an actor; and that is a it grew so large that he could not arti-
great danger of theatrical gentlemen, culate, and he spat out the bloody foam
for I have known some myself who in his attempt to utter words. He
would walk arm-in-arm with the driver sprang from the bed, dashed himself
of a circus wagon, and think it a great against the wall, fell back in quivering
thing if they could get a peep at the convulsions, was taken up and laid
performance, if they had to creep in down again on the bed, and there he
under the canvas, because they were died. There was another one, who said
friends of the proprietor. This young to me, "I am longing to quit the stage";
man was the one who had to pay for the he went on board a whale-ship, and,
drink. They used to give very curious going up aloft while in drink, he fell
toasts sometimes; and one, who did not down, and his brains were dashed out
know his friend's hair was off, gave this upon the deck. Another one was found
toast: "Here's all your hair off your one morning drunk in a gutter, and only
head, Charley, my fine fellow." Charles had half an hour to live. Oh! it is fearful.
was so exceedingly sensitive about the You say you are not such a fool as to
hair that if any one had said to him, become a drunkard; you have self-
'Charley, you're sailing under bare control enough to keep yourself from
poles," he would have said, "Now, becoming a drunkard. There have
don't, don't." He looked so astounded, been men with as mighty a mind as
as much as to say, "Did he mean any-yours, with as sharp an intellect as yours,
thing?" When he found he did not, he with as brilliant a genius as yours, who
pulled off his hat and wig, and made have become drunkards.
such a face that I shall never forget it. you, young men, one thing.
When the other young man had finished got reformed drunkards.
his glass, he set it down, looked up, and point to hundreds and
Let me tell
We have
Yes, we can
thousands of
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men who have burst the burning fetters | hegan chief also to attend, and on his
of habit, and who stand up to-day free way to stop and dine with the governor,
men. Are they all fools? It requires who was the father of John Trumbull.
more manliness, more moral courage, John was quite a boy, and on one of
more self-denial, more firmness of pur- those occasions when Zachary came to
pose, more decision of character, more compliment his venerable father the fol-
of an iron will, more of a stern deter- lowing occurrence took place at the
mination, to break a bad habit than it gubernatorial table, which we relate in
does to acquire it. If they were such the words of Trumbull:
fools as to become drunkards, they were
men, and they became reformed drunk-
ards. Ay, it is easy enough to go
down the stream; it is hard to row up
the stream, especially when the wind is
against you; and many and many a
man has come up from the ditch, and
worked his way half-way up to the
mountain-top, to the astonishment of
those who despised him in his deep,
dark degradation.""
John Trumbull.
The late celebrated John Trumbull,
when a boy, resided with his father,
Governor Trumbull, at his residence in
Lebanon, Connecticut, in the neighbor-
hood of the Mohegans, a remnant of
which tribe still lingered there, sacredly
protected in the possession of the graves
of their fathers. Mr. Trumbull, in his
autobiography, gives the following story,
which he says
deserves to be written
in adamant.'
The government of this tribe was
hereditary in the family of the celebrated
Uncas. Among the heirs to the chief-
taincy was an Indian by the name of
Zachary. "Though an excellent hunter,
he was as drunken and worthless an In-
dian as ever lived." By the death of in-
tervening heirs Zachary found himself
entitled to the royal power. Says
Trumbull: "In this moment the better
genius of Zachary resumed its sway, and
he reflected seriously: 'How can such
a drunken wretch as I am aspire to be
the chief of this honorable race? What
will my people say, and how shall the
shades of my noble ancestors look down
indignant upon such a base successor?
Can I succeed to the great Uncas?
I will drink no more!' He solemnly
resolved never again to taste any drink
but water, and he kept his resolution."
Zachary succeeded to the rule of his
tribe. It was usual for the governor to
attend at the annual election in Hart-
ford, and it was customary for the Mo-
"One day the mischievous thought
struck me to try the sincerity of the old
man's temperance. The family were all
seated at dinner, and there was an ex-
cellent home-brewed ale on the table.
I thus addressed the old chief: Zach-
ary, this beer is excellent; will you not
taste it?' The old man dropped his
knife, and leaned forward with a stern
intensity of expression; his black eyes,
sparkling with angry indignation, were
fixed on me: 'John,' said he, 'you don't
know what you are doing. You are
serving the devil, boy! Do you know
that I am an Indian? I tell you that I
am, and that if I should but taste your
beer, I could never stop until I got to
rum, and become again the same drunk-
en, contemptible wretch your father re-
members me to have been. John, never
again, while you live, tempt a man to
break a good resolution.' Socrates
never uttered a more valuable precept.
Demosthenes could not have given it in
more solemn tones of eloquence. I
was thunderstruck. My parents were
deeply affected. They looked at each
other, at me, and at the venerable old
Indian with deep feelings of awe and
respect. They afterwards frequently
reminded me of the scene, and charged
me never to forget it. He lies buried
in the royal burial-place of his tribe,
near the beautiful falls of the Yantic,
the western branch of the Thames, in
Norwich, on lands now owned by my
friend, Calvin Goddard, Esq. I visited
the grave of the old chief lately, and
there repeated to myself the inestimable
lesson.'
A Tragic Event.
In 1855 the temperance cause triumph-
ed in the State of New York. They
elected a temperance governor, and the
legislature passed a prohibitory law-
which law was pronounced unconstitu-
tional by a majority of the judges of the
Court of Appeals.
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A most tragic event followed the he were to go to a tavern-keeper
decision of the court in the death of in Roxbury who sold rum, and who
Benjamin F. Harwood, the long-beloved knew his own past habits of intempe-
and honored clerk of the court. The rance, and how he had been raised to
prohibitory law was his only hope of hope and happiness again, and should
escape from that terrible death which ask for a glass of spirits, he believed it
followed the cup. On the morning of would be given him, even if that land-
the decision he entreated one of the lord knew that by drinking it he would
judges to spare the law. Said he, "Sir, seal his eternal damnation! 'Yes,' said
you know that I am addicted to drink- Mr. Gough, and he would look on with
ing, but you do not know-no person a fiendish smile while I was turning it
can know-how I have struggled to down!'"
break off this habit. Sometimes I have
succeeded; but then these accursed
liquor-bars, like so many man-traps,
have effected my fall. For this reason
I have labored for the prohibitory law.
Your decision is with me a matter of
life and death." When the decision was
handed him to record, he felt it to be like
signing his own death-warrant. Hope
failed him; despair seized him; amid
the horrors of delirium tremens, when
four men could not hold him, he sank
away, and in less than four days was no
more-death by the traffic in the Court
of Appeals.—Prohibitionist.
The Three Children.
In a family of three children, the par-
ents of which regularly took a glass of
wine at dinner (and as soon as the
children become of an age to sit at the
table, they, too, must drink papa's health
in a little wine), the parents died hon-
ored, respected, and temperate; but the
children became intemperate-the ap-
petite was formed in the wine-cup.
Temperance and Politics.
“Don't get temperance into politics,"
cries the political demi-grog. Only
keep it out of politics," is the universal
cry of the designing politician; for they
well know that they can mould drunken
men just as they please. Politics have
been drunk for more than half a century,
and have suffered through all the horrid
diseases attendant upon the great evil of
intemperance. Politics have drunk more
rum in the United States for the last fifty
years than would fill the Erie Canal.
Politics have been drunk, staggered, and
fallen into the gutter. Politics have had
the delirium tremens and the gout, and
will, no doubt, ere long fill a drunkard's
grave.
Cold water will never injure a ballot-
box-remember that.-Niagara.
Terrible Accusation.
Mr. Gough, in speaking of the depra-
vity which rumsellers acquire by per-
severance in this diabolical work of
death, remarked with terrible severity,
but undoubtedly with truth, "that if
Delirium Tremens.
Such, as it seems to me (and my opin-
ion is the result of actual experience),
is the philosophy of delirium tremens.
As nearly as I can recollect, it was
early in the spring of 1838 that I first
suffered an attack of this frightful mala-
dy. Having by some means obtained a
few dollars, I had been drinking more
deeply than usual; and at a late hour
of the night, I was kicked out of the
hotel in a state of helpless intoxica-
tion. The night was frosty, and I
soon felt the necessity of seeking a shel-
ter from its severity. It was utterly im-
possible, however, for me to walk, or
even to stand upon my feet; and after
a few ineffectual efforts to do so, I
gave over and crawled into an adjoining
stable. But in seeking thus to avoid
one danger I encountered another,
which had nearly proved fatal. Groping
in the darkness for an eligible spot in
which I might compose myself to sleep,
I blundered among the hoofs of the
horses, where the reception I met with
was anything but hospitable. My re-
treat from this perilous position was
speedily effected, but not without sun-
dry bruises and a deep flesh wound in
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unhealed. I succeeded at length in
dragging myself into a sleigh, where, par-
tially wrapped in a buffalo skin, I spent
a night of misery, which, though it can-
not be told, is not to be forgotten.
"The dreadful chill contracted by this
exposure, though I sought to overcome
it by copious draughts of brandy, was not
easily removed. I went home sick, fever
ish, and dispirited. Dinner was pre-
pared, but I loathed it, and put it from me
untasted.
It seemed as if nothing but
brandy could sustain my sinking
powers, and I sought it yet again.'
Day after day I continued to pour in
the liquid fire, which was already con-
suming me, until every vein was sur-
charged with the burning element.
During this time I had scarcely eaten at
all, or closed my eyes to sleep; my
wounded leg had been neglected, and
was in a state of high inflammation; and
my nervous energies, overtasked as they
had been, were upon the point of entire
exhaustion. I found myself haunted by
spectral illusions; a dreadful sound was
in my ears; a burning, suffocating weight
pressed upon my chest. I perceived
that the unnatural stimulus could no
longer rally the failing powers of nature,
and took to my bed, convinced that no-
thing but sleep would save me from
madness. But for me there was no
sleep. Every nerve seemed unstrung;
every muscle was agitated with a con-
vulsive tremor. There was an all-per-
vading restlessness upon me, and, like
the ghost of the murdered Duncan,
'still it cried, Sleep no more.'
time I thought an elephant had planted
his foot upon my breast, and was tightly
compressing my throat with his trunk.
Again, I fancied that an alligator had
thrown his crushing weight upon me.
I felt his limbs interlocked and wreath-
ed with mine; I saw his capacious jaws
expand as if to devour me; and I was
compelled to breathe his hot, suffocat-
ing breath. The prevailing impres-
sion, however, in regard to this painful
sensation, was that I had fallen under
the feet of horses, and that they were
trampling me to death."
Temperance Converts.
Mr. Gough, among other places, lec-
tured at Chatham, and all classes were
anxious to hear his eloquent oration. A
gentleman in the neighborhood had a
good but drinking servant, and calling
him, he said, "Robert, you suit me to a
T, but your frequent intoxications de-
termine me to get rid of you. Now, Mr.
J. B. Gough is going to lecture at Chat-
ham, and if you and Mary would like to
go and hear him, there are tickets; and if
he convinces you of the evil of drinking
and your ability to labor without, obey
him and become a member of the tee-
total society, and I will try you then."
The man and his fellow-servant heard
him, and both signed the pledge. The
gentleman retained the man's services,
and twelve months rolled on; and on
the anniversary of his deliverance from
the thraldom of strong drink the master
said, "Robert, how much beer did I
agree to allow you when you entered my
service?
'A pint per day," said the man.
"And did you get drunk on a pint a
day?"
"No, that just whetted my appetite,
and then all my spare money went, and
credit besides.
"Besides, I was surrounded with ima-
ginary horrors. Sometimes I fancied
myself in the midst of venomous crea-
tures, and in actual contact with cold,
slimy reptiles. Huge serpents, with
fiery eyes, and darting forth forked
tongues, coiled upon the posts of my
bed, and seemed ready to pierce me
with their sharp, white fangs. Then,
perhaps, wherever I turned my eyes,
horridly-distorted faces would be look-
ing at me, and perpetually assuming "Well, if your beer cost twopence
new but disgusting and repulsive forms. per day, that is fourteen pence per week,
Sometimes ghastly skeleton shapes 4s. 8d. per month, £2 12s 8d. per year
would peer in upon me from behind-there is that in addition to your
the half-opened curtains. Again the
scene would change, and white-sheeted
spectres would glide in and gibber
around me. I still felt a sense of pain-
ful oppression in the chest, which at
times combined itself strangely enough
with these absurd imaginings.
At one
wages.'
"Thank you, sir. And there is my
savings-bank book."
'Ah! then you must have saved
money besides."
Yes, and so has Mary."
"Well, well, go on and prosper."
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Yes, sir; I have reason to bless God
for Mr. Gough."
"As to my experience, Mr. Presi-
dent," the ex-tavern-keeper resumed,
"in rum-selling and rum-drinking-
for I have done a good deal of both in
my time-that would be rather too long
to tell to-night, and one that I would
much rather forget than relate. It makes
me tremble and sick at heart whenever
I look back upon the evil I have done.
I therefore, usually look ahead, with
the hope of doing some good to my
fellow-men.
At the same time there came a minis-
ter of the Gospel many miles to hear the
eloquent orator, and while he listened
he wept; for Mr. Gough portrayed the
evils and consequences of drink upon
young men the insidious character of
which he had reason to believe had al-
ready laid hold of a son then living in
London. The living voice of the lectur-
er was hushed, but the agitated tones of
apprehension in his bosom could not be "But there is one incident I will relate.
stilled; he therefore signed the pledge For the last five years a hard-working
himself, and took early opportunity of mechanic, with a wife and seven small
inviting his son down to him. He wept children, came regularly, almost every
when he saw him, and still deeper was night, to my tavern, and spent the even-
his sorrow when he learned the love ing in my bar-room. He came there to
that youth had imbibed for ale; and drink, of course, and many a dollar of
looking at him with deep emotion, he his hard earnings went into my till. At
said, "Charles, you must never touch last he became a perfect sot, working
that seductive liquor again; for you I scarcely one-fourth of the time, and
have suffered deeply in my mind, and spending all he earned in liquor. His
your preservation in future depends on poor wife had to take in washing to sup-
your abstinence from all intoxicating port herself and children, while he spent
liquors. I have signed the temperance his time and the little he could make
pledge, and I want you to do the same." | at my bar. But his appetite for liquor
The youth was deeply affected, confessed
the power of liquor over him, readily
listened to the father, signed the pledge,
and they this day walk happily together.
was so strong that his week's earnings
were usually gone by Tuesday or Wed-
nesday, and then I had to chalk up a
score against him, to be paid off when
Saturday night came.
"This score gradually increased, until
it amounted to three or four dollars over
his Saturday night's pay, when I re-
The Tavern-Keeper and the Drunk- fused to sell him any more liquor until
ard's Bible.
'Mr. President," said a short, stout
man, with a good-humored countenance
and a florid complexion, rising in a
public meeting, as the last speaker took
his seat, "I have been a tavern-keeper."
At this announcement there was a
movement through the whole room, and
an expression of increased interest.
Yes, Mr. President," he went on,
"I have been a tavern-keeper, and many
a glass I have sold to you, and to the
secretary there, and to dozens of others
that I see here," glancing around upon
the company.
"That's a fact," broke in the presi.
dent; "many a gin-toddy and brandy-
punch have I taken at your bar. But
times are changed now, and we have
begun to carry the war into the enemy's
camp. And our war has not been alto-
gether unsuccessful, for we have taken
prisoner one of the rumsellers' bravest
generals! But go on, friend W
let us have your experience."
it was settled. On the day after I had
thus refused him he came in with a neat
mourning breast-pin, enclosing some
hair, no doubt, I thought, of a deceased
relative. This he offered in payment of
what he owed. I accepted it; for the pin,
I saw at once, was worth double the
amount of my bill. I did not think, nor
indeed care, about the question whether
he was the owner or not.
I wanted my
own, and in my selfish eagerness to get
it I hesitated not to take a little more
than my own.
"I laid the breast-pin away, and all
things went on smoothly for a while.
But he gradually got behindhand again,
and again I cut off his supply of liquor.
This time he brought me a pair of brass
andirons and a pair of brass candle-
sticks, and I took them and wiped off
the score against him. At last he
brought a large family Bible, and I took
that too, thinking, no doubt, I could sell
it for something.
"On the Sunday afterwards, having no
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thing to do—for I used to shut my bar | of my calling and the plain dictates of
truth and humanity. It was about nine
o'clock, I think, on the same evening,
that I opened the drunkard's Bible
again, with a kind of despairing hope
that I should meet there with something
to direct me. I opened at the Psalms,
and read two or three chapters. As I
read on without finding anything direct-.
ly to my case, I felt an increasing desire
to abandon my calling, because it was
injurious to my fellow-men.
on Sundays, thinking it was not respect-
able to sell liquor-I opened this poor
drunkard's family Bible, scarcely think-
ing of what I was doing. The first place
I turned to was the family record. There
it was stated that, upon a certain day,
he had been married to Emily I
had known Emily. when I was a
young man very well, and had once
thought seriously of offering myself to
her in marriage. I remembered her
happy young face, and seemed suddenly
to hear a tone of her merry laughter.
"Poor creature!' I sighed involun-
tarily, as a thought of her present con-
dition crossed my mind, and then, with
no pleasant feelings, I turned over
another leaf. There was the record of
the birth of her four children; the last
had been made recently, and was in the
mother's hand.
"I never had such strange feelings as
now came over me. I felt that I had no
business with this book; but I tried to
stifle my feelings, and turned over
several leaves quickly. As I suffered
my eyes to rest upon an open page,
these words arrested my attention:
Wine is a mocker, strong drink is
raging; whoso is deceived thereby is
not wise.'
"This was just the subject that under
the feelings I then had, I wished to
avoid, and so I referred to another place.
There I read :
"After I had read the Bible, I retired
to bed, but could not sleep. I am sure
that during that night I thought of every
drunken man to whom I had sold liquor,
and of all their beggared families. In
the brief sleep that I obtained I dreamed
that I saw a long line of tottering drunk-
ards, with their wives and children in
rags. And a loud voice said:
"Who hath done this?'
"The answer, in a still louder voice,
directed, I felt, to me, smote upon my
car like a peal of thunder:
"Thou art the man!'
"From this troubled slumber I awoke
to sleep no more that night. In the morn-
ing the last and most powerful conflict
came. The question to be decided was :
"Shall I open my tavern or at once
abandon the dreadful traffic in liquid
poison?'
"
Happily, I decided never to put to
any man's lips the cup of confusion.
My next step was to turn the spigot of
Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? every keg or barrel of spirits, wine, beer,
who hath wounds? who hath bab- or cider, and let the contents escape on
bling? who hath redness of eyes? the floor. My bottles and decanters
They that tarry long at the wine. At were likewise emptied. Then I came
last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth and signed your total abstinence
|
like an adder.'
pledge; and, what is better, never rested
until I had persuaded the man whose
Bible had been of so much use to me to
sign the pledge likewise.
"I felt like throwing the book from
me; but once more I turned the leaves,
aud my eyes rested upon these words:
"Woe unto him that giveth his neigh-
bor drink, that puttest thy bottle to him,
and makest him drunken also."
"I closed the book suddenly and threw
it down. Then, for half an hour, I
paced the room backwards and forwards
in a state of mind I never before experi-
enced. I had become painfully con-
scious of the direful evils resulting from
intemperance, and still more painfully
conscious that I had been a willing in-
strument in the spread of these evils.
I cannot tell you how much I suffered
during that day and night, nor describe
the fearful conflict that took place in my
mind between a selfish love of the gains'
-
"And now, Mr. President, I am keep-
ing a temperance grocery, and am mak-
ing restitution as fast as possible. There
are at least a half dozen families to
whom I furnish a small quantity of
groceries every week, in many cases
equal to the amount that used to be
spent at my bar for liquor. Four of my
oldest and best customers have already
signed the pledge by my persuasion,
and I am not going to rest until every
man I helped to ruin is restored to him-
self, his family, and society."
A round of hearty applause followed
this address, and then another of the re-
formed drinkers took the floor.
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Total Abstinence.
"Come, J-," said Col. L-, at
one of those unprofitable elections where
men treat everybody, and too many get
drunk because others wish it-" come,
J—, , you used to take a drink with
me; come up and take a glass."
"I've quit drinking," said J-:
"Have you taken an oath not to drink
cider, or beer, or anything?"
"No, I have not taken any oath about
it; I only resolved not to drink spirits
any more, as it injures me."
Oh! well, come up and take a glass
of cider, beer, or wine, or something
that is weak, just to keep company with
your old friends. These won't hurt
you, and you won't be violating your
temperance pledge."
Poor J went up and took his glass
of beer, and soon he took another, and
then antoher, and soon there was brandy
enough put into the beer to make him
stagger home and keep his bed for two
days!
Now, had there been two words more
in the constitution of the temperance
society, viz., "total abstinence," poor
Jmight have been saved from much
suffering and from a drunkard's grave.
Temperance Movements.
The evils of intemperance were well
understood, but they were attributed to
the excessive and immoderate use of in-
toxicating liquors.
In a sermon preached at the general
election, Hartford, Conn., May, 1807,
the Rev. Amos Bartlett said with great
emphasis: "Through the frantic influ-
ence of these spirits rational beings are
transformed into furies; the peace of
society is broken, and many crimes are
wantonly committed. To procure this
liquid poison, families are deprived of
their necessary food and clothing, and
not a season passes in which many vic-
tims are not registered in the bills of
mortality."
I remember Mr. Bartlett and his
preaching when a boy. He understood
alcohol to be a poison, and gave a gra-
phic description of its effects; and yet,
with all his burning zeal, the only remedy
he proposed was to prevent as far as pos-
sible the "excessive use of spirituous
liquors."
Total abstinence is the only cure for
those who have once been intemperate.
Not long after Mr. Bartlett's sermon,
Dr. Rush, of Philadelphia, said, “My
observation authorizes me to say that
persons who have been addicted to the
use of spirits should abstain from it
suddenly and entirely. 'Touch not,
taste not, handle not,' should be inscrib-
ed upon every vessel that contains
Spirits in the home of a man who de-
sires to be cured of intemperance."
Mark, this was a remedy for a drunkard.
It was not total abstinence for others.
It was not a universal remedy and pre-
ventive for others. The temperance
reformation was in its twilight.
Then in 1808 was formed the first
temperance society by Dr. Billy J. Clark
and Rev. Lebbeus Armstrong.
ed a tract entitled "The Well-Conduct
In 1825 Rev. Justin Edwards publish-
ed Farm." It was circulated widely
through the country, doing much good.
A few friends of temperance met to
consider “what shall be done to banish
It was a question involving stupendous
intemperance from the United States?"
interests. They prayed for divine guid-
ance, and then resolved to attempt the
formation of an American Temperance
Society, whose grand principle should
be abstinence from strong drink; and
its object, by light and love, to change
the habits of the nation in regard to the
use of intoxicating drinks. They opened
a correspondence with various denomi-
nations, and a meeting was held in
Boston, January 10, 1826. A committee
was appointed to prepare a constitution,
and they adjourned to meet February
Then the constitution was
13, 1826.
presented and adopted.
The society held its first meeting, and
elected the following officers: Presi-
dent, Hon. Marcus Morton; Vice-Presi-
dent, William Ropes, Esq.; Treasurer,
John Tappan, Esq.; Executive Com-
mittee, Rev. Leonard Woods, D.D.,
Rev. Justin Edwards, John Tappan,
Esq., Hon. George Odiorne, and S. V.
S. Wilder, Esq.
Such was the origin of that once mag-
nificent society, that accomplished such a
vast amount of good, and enlisted some
of the finest minds in America. Dr.
Justin Edwards and Rev. John Marsh
secretaries.
were its corresponding
After a while it was transferred to New
York, where its grand anniversaries
were held in the old Tabernacle on
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Broadway, and the most eloquent men | time for poor niger. 'Sides, I write
'ticularly for de 'vantage of de niger,
and you know de niger understand de
niger better dan he do the white folx.
of the nation delivered addresses that
thrilled the souls of vast audiences. It
was at one of these large meetings John
B. Gough, the world-renowned tempe-
rance orator, made his first address, when
he was almost friendless and unknown
to fame.
This society published a paper called
the Journal of the American Temperance
Union. It was most ably edited and ac-
complished a vast amount of good.
Take Time by the Forelock.
Resist beginnings: whatsoe'er is ill,
Though it appear light and of little
moment,
Think of it thus-that what it is, aug-
mented,
Would run to strong and sharp extremi-
ties;
Deem of it, therefore, as a serpent's egg,
Which, hatched, would, as its kind, grow
mischievous;
Then crush it in the shell.
The Temperance Society and
Sambo.
Ah! Tom I told you dat-ah temperance
siety come from de debil, but you no
bleve me; now since Massa Kindal say
so, I spoz you no 'spute de ting any
more, Tom.
Tom. Ha ha! Sambo, you like de
whiskey-dat's what make you bleve
Massa Kindal. 'Sides, de temperance
siety no come from de debil, 'cause all
debil men 'poze dat siety. Now, neber
man nor debil 'poze demselves, you
know, Sambo. If da do, de house di-
vided 'gainst himself cannot stand, de
Saviour say.
Sambo. But de temperance siety 'nite
church and state-dat's sartin, Tom.
Tom. No, no, Sambo. You no make
de proper 'struction. Good people of
bof church and state join de temperance
siety; and bad people of bof church and
state 'poze de temperance siety. My part,
I like to 'nite de church and state in a
good cause, but dat an't 'niten de laws
of de church and state.
Sambo. But you drink 'hind de door,
Tom.
Tom. De Saviour tell me " no turn
evil for evil," else I'd call you a liar,
Sambo. Did you eber see me drink
'hind de door, or 'fore de door eider?
Sambo. No. But Massa Kindal say
so, and Massa Kindal is a preacher, and
I spoze de preachers no lie, Tom.
A certain Thomas S. Kendall, who
sometimes had Rev. prefixed to his
name, was once occupying a portion of
the columns of the Maryville (Ten- Tom: Dat's very uncertain, Sambo.
nessee) Intelligencer, in opposing and Massa Kindal is interested in sayin' so,
denouncing temperance and tempe- darefore he is not a good witness.
rance societies. His communication | Moreober, Massa Kindal like to taste de
in a certain number had this head: good cretur himself-dat's what makes
"To the members of the temperance him 'poze de temperance siety and talk
and other infernal societies." He said | so.
the temperance society was an "inven- Sambo. He no drink in de dark,
tion of hell," was plainly of infernal Tom.
origin. While some of the correspond-
ents of the Intelligencer were gravely
arguing the point with Mr. Kendall,
another seems to have summed up the
merits of the cause in the following com-
munication and dialogue.-M. Star.
For de Maryville' Telligencer.
MISSA PARAM: I spoz you neber let
poor niger say anything in your paper;
if you do, I wish you 'sert de following
dialog 'tween me and Sambo. You
musent 'ject to it 'cause it too late, 'cause
the fuss all is ober-'cause you know
when de white folx served, den's de
Tom. So much de worse, den. Dare's
de sin of the 'zample and de sin of de
drinkin' too. As the Bible say, "He
glories in his shame." And when he
say other preachers drink 'hind de door,
he very probable lie. If some do, da
hypocrites, and dat don't militate 'gains
de siety; for cause da some hypocrites,
dat proves da some good folx.
Sambo. It's a cretur of God too, and
de Bible say, "Every cretur of God is to
be received with thanksgiving."
Tom. Rattlesnakes de cretur of God
too, derefore I spoze you'd eat rattle-
snakes. No, Sambo. Dare be some
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others, who are now in their graves.
good cretures of God and some bad; | J. Clark, Rev. John Marsh, and many
my part, I chuse de good and 'fuze de
bad. Moreober, whiskey bees no creture
of God, but one of man's "inventions."
There were able reports, able discus-
sions, and able addresses at their public
meetings, Dr. Jewett and General Carey,
from Ohio, being the able orators.
The third was held at Saratoga
sixty delegates present.
Springs, July, 1841; five hundred and
The conven-
tion announced its judgment that “li-
cense laws," authorizing sales of liquors,
are at variance with all true political
economy, and one of the chief supports
of intemperance."
National Temperance Conventions,
The first was held in Philadelphia, in
the Hall of Independence, the 24th of
May, 1833—in a most appropriate place"
Twenty-one States were represented,
with four hundred delegates. There were
delegates from the various temperance
societies in the United States, met "to
consider the best means of extending
temperance by a general diffusion of in-
formation, and, by the exercise of a kind
and persuasive moral influence, the
principles of abstinence from the use of
ardent spirits thoughout our country."
Hon. Reuben H. Walworth, of New
York, was appointed president.
Twenty-eight resolutions were pre-
pared and presented by the business
committee. They were freely and ably
discussed. The greatest harmony pre-
vailed.
A public meeting was addressed by
Hon. George S. Hillard, of Mass.; Rev.
Thomas P. Hunt, of North Carolina;
Rev. Thomas H. Stockton, of Maryland;
Joseph Lumpkin, of Georgia; and N.
Hewitt, of Connecticut. When had
temperance abler advocates?
In their able report they sent out
many reasons, strong as Holy Writ, "for
complying with the resolutions adopted
by the convention." The convention
did much good, giving a fresh impetus
to the cause of temperance throughout
the nation.
Hon. Stephen Van Rensselaer, of Al-
bany, gave the money to defray the ex-
pense of the distribution of 100,000
copies of the proceedings of the conven-
tion.
The second assembled at Saratoga
Springs, August, 1836; three hundred
and forty-eight delegates present, from
nineteen States and Territories. Chan-
cellor Walworth presided. The princi-
ple was firmly established of total absti-
nence from the use of liquors as a
beverage, and from the making and
furnishing to others.
The convention was attended by a
noble class of men, among whom were
-Chancellor Walworth, E. C. Delavan,
Rev. Justin Edwards, Moses Grant, Billy
The fourth convened at Saratoga
Springs, August, 1851; three hundred
delegates, from seventeen States, present.
The keynote of the convention was pro-
hibition, and the “right and duty to
bring the traffic to an end" emphatically
proclaimed.
The fifth convention met at Saratoga
Springs, August, 1865, Hon. William
A. Buckingham presiding, resulting in
the establishment of a publication house
and the creation of a sound, able, and
pure temperance literature, which is
scattering its tens of millions of pages
yearly throughout all parts of the land.
The sixth National Convention was
held in Cleveland, July, 1868, Hon.
William E. Dodge president. The con-
vention declared that temperance, hav-
ing its political as well as its moral
aspects and duties, demands the per-
sistent use of the ballot for its promo-
tion. It took more advanced ground
than that of any former convention, and
marks a new era in the history and pro-
gress of this great reform.
The seventh was held at Saratoga,
August 26, 1873.
There were repre-
sentatives from twenty-three States and
from Canada. Important essays were
read, new and old themes discussed;
strong resolutions were passed.
this convention there was a new de-
parture; they took higher and stronger
ground than ever before. They passed
the following:
At
Resolved, That the time has arrived
fully to introduce the temperance issue
into State and national politics; that we
recommend all the friends of temperance
to make it henceforth the paramount
issue; to co-operate with existing party
organizations where such will endorse
the legislative policy of prohibition and
nominate candidates pledged to its sup-
port; otherwise to organize and main-
tain separate, independent party action
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in every State and in cach Congres-
sional and electoral district of the United
States."
Temperance Organizations,
NATIONAL TEMPERANCE SOCIETY.
First among the leading organizations
in this country, and one which reaches
the greatest number of individuals,
stands the National Temperance Society
and Publication House, of which Hon.
William E. Dodge is president.
This society was organized in 1866 for
the special work of creating and circu-
lating a sound temperance literature.
It is composed of a board of thirty
managers, representing the various re-
ligious denominations and temperance
organizations of the country, and has
stereotyped and published eighty bound
volumes and three hundred varieties of
tracts and pamphlets. This list com-
prises books, tracts, and pamphlets upon
every phase of the question; text-books,
containing lectures, essays, arguments,
history, and statistics upon the moral,
physical, religious, scientific, political,
and financial aspects of the question;
discussing the nature and effects of
alcohol, as well as its place and power;
presenting all the different phases of
the wine question, giving the Bible
view and argument, together with quo-
tations from the first authorities in the
world; the results of the liquor-traffic,
the political duties of the hour, essays
on beer and light wines, books for
Sunday-school libraries, stories, papers,
tracts, and picture-books for children;
books, pledges, badges, etc., for juvenile
societies; temperance song-books, cate-
chisms, hymn-books, sermons, pledge-
books, etc. These have been scattered
like leaves of the forest into every State
of the Union, among the inhabitants of
the Dominion of Canada, and in the
Old World, reaching millions of persons
who have never had temperance truths
brought home to them before.
The total receipts of last year were
$57,293 35;
1,709,000 copies of the
Youth's Temperance Banner and 122,000
of the National Temperance Advocate
were printed during the year. The
tracts and papers are furnished at cost,
and the Banner at less than cost, of
manufacture. Over $40,000 have been
expended for stereotyping and literary
labor since the organization of the
society.
Donations are earnestly solicited to
carry on the missionary and gratuitous
work of the society.
Board of Managers: Rev. T. L.
Cuyler, D.D.; Rev. Wm. M. Taylor;
Rev. J. B. Dunn; John Davies; Rev.
Alfred Taylor; Rev. A. G. Lawson;
R. S. Doty; Rev. George L. Taylor;
A. A. Robbins; Rev. W. C. Steel;
Rev. Dr. W. W. Newell; Peter Carter;
J. N. Stearns; James Black; T. T.
Sheffield; Rev. Wm. Howell Taylor;
John Falconer; J. R. Sypher; George
S. Page; Gen. Joseph S. Smith; Hon.
William B. Spooner; Rev. R. S. Mac-
Arthur; J. Finley Smith; Rev. Cyrus
D. Foss; S. B. Ransom; R. R. Sinclair;
T. A. Brouwer; E. Remington; B. E.
Hale; Rev. Halsey Moore. Hon. Wm.
E. Dodge is President; Hon. T. T. Shef-
field, Treasurer; J. N. Stearns, Corre-
sponding Secretary and Publishing
Agent,
SONS OF TEMPERANCE.
This organization, instituted in 1842,
has forty Grand Divisions and nearly two
thousand subordinate divisions, extend-
ing into States, Territories, and British
dominions. During the thirty-two
years it has numbered over two millions
of persons, and is steadily but surely
advancing with increasing force and
swelling ranks. Its entire freedom from
the machinery of signs, grips, or degrees,
leaves it free for effective missionary
work, and it embraces some of the
ablest and best moral and religious ele-
ments in the land.
The order now
numbers about 200,000.
GOOD TEMPLARS.
This extensive organization was in-
stituted in 1851, and now numbers sixty
grand with six thousand subordinate
lodges, scattered all over the world. It
has a liberal financial basis, is every-
where scattering a temperance literature,
supporting lecturers in the field, holding
county and district conventions, and is
rapidly increasing its numbers in almost
every part of the civilized world. It
has degrees and methods of recogni-
tion. Its membership is estimated at
nearly half a million.
TEMPLARS OF HONOR AND TEMPERAnce.
This order was organized in 1845, and
now embraces twenty Grand Temples,
with subordinates in nearly all the States
of the Union. It is intended as a higher
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temperance and fraternal organization, that there is any national organization
with advancement by degrees as its at present.
members are proved worthy. It is a
noble order, composed of splendid men.
INDEPENDENT ORDER OF RECHABITES.
Introduced into this country from
England in 1842, this order spread ra-
pidly throughout the United States,
yumbering at one time over 100,000,
but declined in later years, and became
nearly extinct. In 1868, however, it
was reorganized, and is now in active
operation, with tents in many States
and a large membership.
GOOD SAMARITANS.
Organized in the city of New York
in the year 1847. It is a benefit society,
and was the first of all the temperance
orders to admit persons of color to their
lodges, and the first to admit ladies to
full membership. They now exist in
all of the States in the Union, and num-
ber about 100,000 members.
FRIENDS OF TEMPERANCE.
This is a Southern organization, com-
posed entirely of white membership,
and has State Councils in about ten
States, with a membership of about
100,000. Headquarters in Virginia.
UNITED FRIENDS OF TEMPERANCE.
This is also a Southern organization
of white membership, established in
several States, with about 60,000 mem-
bers. Headquarters in Tennessee.
BANDS OF HOPE.
MOTTOES OF TEMPERANCE ORGANI
ZATIONS.
Sons of Temperance-" Love, Purity,
"Faith,
Fidelity." Good Templars -
Hope, and Charity." Templars of
Honor and Temperance-" Truth, Love,
Purity, and Fidelity." Good Samaritans
-"Love, Purity, and Truth." Recha-
bites- 'Temperance, Fortitude, and
Justice." Cadets of Temperance" Vir-
tue, Laws, and Temperance." Bands of
Hope-"Faith, Hope, and Light."
Jack Tar and His Sons.
A sailor in a temperance speech re-
lated the following facts, full of deep and
thrilling interest:
Please your honor," said the old
boatswain, "I've come down here by
the captain's orders; and if there's any-
beaten sea-chest of a head that may be of
thing stowed away in my old weather-
any use to a brother sailor, or a lands-
If it will do any good in such a cause
man either, they're heartily welcome.
as this that you've all come here to talk
about, you may all go down below, and
overhaul the lockers of an old man's
heart. It may seem a little strange
that an old sailor should put his helm
hard-a-port to get out of the way of a
glass of grog; but if it wasn't for the
shame, old as I am, I'd be tied up to the
rigging, and take a dozen, rather than
suffer a drop to go down my hatches.
This is the simplest and best organi-
zation for children now in existence,
Please your honor, it's no very
with no useless machinery, and per- pleasant matter for a poor sailor to go
mitting parents and friends to be pre-over the old shoal where he lost a fine
sent at all the sessions with the chil-
dren. It is the largest and most exten-
sive children's temperance organization
in America. The Band of Hope Manual
contains full directions how to form
them, together with constitutions, rules,
speeches, etc.
CADETS OF TEMPERANCE.
This organization for boys was started
in 1846, and at one time had sections in
nearly every State in the Union. It has
a ritual, passwords, and regalia At the
present time there are about twenty-five
sections in the State of New York, and
many in other States. We are not aware
ship; but he must be a shabby fellow who
wouldn't stick up a beacon, if he could,
and fetch home soundings and bear-
ings, for the good of all others who may
sail in those seas. I've followed the
sea for fifty years. I had good and kind
parents. They brought me up to read the
Bible and keep the Sabbath. My father
drank spirit sparingly. My mother
never drank any. Whenever I asked
for a taste, he was always wise enough
to put me off. 'Milk for babes, my lad,'
he used to say; 'children must take
care how they meddle with edge-tools.'
When I was twelve, I went to sea, cabin-
boy of the Tippoo Saib, and the captain
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lessons of temperance; I held up be-
fore him the example of his poor broth-
er; I cautioned him not to take spirit
upon an empty stomach; and I kept my
eye constantly upon him. Still, I daily
took my allowance; and the sight of
the dram-bottle, the smell of liquor, and
the example of his own father, were able
lawyers t'other side. I saw the break-
ers ahead, and I prayed to God to pre-
serve not only my child but myself; for
I was sometimes alarmed for my own
safety. About this time I went to meet-
ing one Sunday, and the minister read
the account of the overthrow of Goliah.
As I returned home I compared intem-
perance, in my own mind, to the giant
of Gath; and I asked myself why there
might not be found some remedy for the
evil as simple as the means employed for
his destruction. For the first time the
thought of total abstinence occurred to
my mind-from the brook and the shep-
herd's sling! I told my wife what I had
been thinking of. She said she had no
doubt that God had_put_the_thought
into my mind. I called in Tom, my
youngest son, and I told him I had re-
solved not to taste another drop, blow
high or blow low. I called for all there
was in the house, and threw it out of
the window. Tom promised to take no
more. I never had reason to doubt that
he has kept his promise. He is now
first mate of an Indiaman. Now, your
honor, I have said all I had to say about
my own experience. May be I have
spun too long a yarn already. But I
think it wouldn't puzzle a Chinese jug-
gler to take to pieces all that has been
put together on t'other side."
promised my father to let me have no
grog; and he kept his word. After my
father's death I began to drink spirit,
and I continued to drink it till I was
forty-two. I never remember to have
been tipsy in my life; but I was greatly
afflicted with headache and rheumatism
for several years. I got married when
I was twenty-three. We had two boys;
one of them is living. My eldest boy
went to sea with me three voyages, and
a finer lad "just then something seemed
to stick in the old boatswain's throat;
but he was speedily relieved, and pro-
ceeded in his remarks: "I used to think
father was over-strict about spirit, and
when it was cold or wet I didn't see
any harm in giving Jack a little, though
he was only fourteen. When he got
ashore, where he could serve out his
own allowance, I soon saw that he
doubled the quantity. I gave him a
talk. He promised to do better; but
he didn't. I gave him another, but he
grew worse; and finally, in spite of all
his poor mother's prayers and my own,
he became a drunkard. It sank
It sank my
poor wife's spirits entirely, and brought
mine to the water's edge. Jack became
very bad, and I lost all control over
him. One day I saw a gang of men and
boys poking fun at a poor fellow who
was reeling about in the middle of a
circle and swearing terribly. Nobody
likes to see his profession dishonored,
so I thought I'd run down and take him
Your honor knows what a sail-
or's heart is made of; what do you
think I felt when I found it was my own
son? I couldn't resist the sense of duty;
and I spoke to him pretty sharply. But
his answer threw me all aback, like a
white squall in the Levant. He heard
me through, and doubling his fist in my
face, he exclaimed, 'You made me a
drunkard!' It cut the lanyards of my
heart like a chain-shot from an eighteen-
pounder; and I felt as if I should have
gone by the board." As he uttered these A gentleman residing near Belfast
words the tears ran down the chan- had a son who was a miserable drunk-
nel of the old man's cheeks like rain.
Friend Simpson was deeply affected,
and Parson Sterling sat with his hand-
kerchief before his eyes. Indeed, there
was scarcely a dry eye in the assembly.
After wiping his eyes on the sleeve of
his pea-jacket the old sailor proceeded:
"I tried, night and day, to think of
the best plan to keep my other son from
following
on to destruction in the wake
of his elder brother.
I gave him daily
in tow.
The Unwise Father and his
Ruined Son
ard. He signed the pledge of the old
temperance society, but, knowing his
danger, he abstained entirely from all
intoxicating liquors. He was rapidly re-
gaining his former respectability. One
day he accompanied his father to a
large dinner party, but drank none.
His father at the dinner-table pressed
upon him to take a glass of wine, say-
ing it would be no breach of his pledge;
His father insisted
but he refused.
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'Blessed be the man who has a chest
And a bottle of rum therein;
He'll pull it out, and take a swig,
And it in again.'
I am
that he should take one glass, and not | full in the face, "I used to sing a song
make himself an oddity. To please his which perhaps you have heard.
father and get rid of his importunity, he hoarse now, and can't sing, but I will
took a glass of wine. It was like pour- just repeat one verse:
ing oil on a fire. His appetite for strong
drink was immediately revived, and
raged furiously. Having got one glass,
he was unable to resist the temptation
to take a second and a third, till at last
he became intoxicated. In this state he
left the party, and mounted his horse to
ride home, which he never reached, hav-
ing fallen on the way and broken his
neck.
put
And, pointing to the refrigerator, all
looked in, the landlord's face turned all
sorts of colors, and in the confusion the
lecturer retired.
Not Ultra.
"Are you a drunkard ?" said the re-
corder at New Orleans to a hard case
who was brought up before him as
blue an indigo-bag. Why, I am a
drunkard," said the prisoner, "but not
an ultra drunkard."
New Use for a Refrigerator.
A celebrated temperance lecturer
visited a public-house upon which had
been hoisted temperance colors; "bar-
room" had disappeared from over the
door, and office put in its place; the
bar-keeper" no longer recognized a
title so offensive to the smell of teeto-
talers, but gloried in the more respect-
able cognomen of "clerk"; and the
whole establishment had much the ap-
pearance of a first-rate temperance
house. But "murder will out." He
was kindly received by the landlord, who
told him how much better he got along
since he turned his liquor out of doors,
etc.
After the lecturer had bid the land-
lord good-day, going through the entry,
he discovered a large refrigerator with
the lid up, which curiosity prompted
him to peep into, and to his surprise he
found it full of the devil! He con-
sidered a few moments how he could
best shame the landlord. At last he
cried, in a voice which drew a number
of others who were in the house," Here,
landlord, before I go I want to tell you
a joke." The landlord came running
out. "When I used to drink," con-
tinued the lecturer, looking the landlord
Vanquishing Misery.
ex-
To illustrate the character of
Governor Gilmer, who was a model
man, we insert the following interesting
anecdote, related by him, though not con-
nected with temperance: About 1810
a Methodist preacher died, leaving his
wife and several children without pro-
perty, and dependent upon the exertions
of his widow for their support. The
youngest son had this dependence in-
creased by an attack of disease, which
made him a deformed cripple for life.
His feet and legs were so contracted as
to rest upon his body instead of the
ground. When other children would
have been running about, he was con-
fined to his mother's side. Whilst thus
seated, receiving her instruction how to
read, he heard from that fond, devoted,
pious mother how the Best and Holiest
of all had suffered, meekly and without
resistance, ignominy and death, because
it was the will of his Heavenly Father,
until there came upon the spirit of the
deformed boy the desire to imitate that
example so strong that its control was
beyond all human strength.
Herbert Andrew struggled to do what-
ever was possible in aid of his mother
in her hard labor to support her family,
and effected more than most imagined
possible. When he had learned what
his mother could teach him, he went
to school, moving upon his hands in-
stead of his feet, not being able to walk
upright. By his mother's assistance,
some little schooling, and his own un-
tiring exertions, he qualified himself for
teaching others. He has now been
teaching near twenty years. His energy
and ceaseless industry have secured
him the greatest success.
Whilst keep-
ing school, he has acquired, by his own
unassisted exertions, such knowledge
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step of his fellow-traveller.
of the various departments of learning | gently moved onwards to the time and
that his scholars are now admirably
qualified for entrance into college.
66
After some vague remarks on the
weather, the times, the prospects of
trade, a word or two on politics, and a
high eulogium of his nag Bob," he
conceived the resolution of pursuing
his journey at a quicker pace, and for
that purpose remounted his old "friend."
His attempt to drive him forward, how-
ever, proved unsuccessful in its desired
effects; for "Bob," as if disposed to
belie his owner's commendations of his
merits, suddenly became restive, and
refused to move an inch.
His pure life, the strength of his de-
termination in overcoming difficulties,
and the energy of his efforts in doing
good, made such an impression upon
the people among whom he lived that
they resolved to give him some assist-
ance. They elected him tax collector. He
performed the duties of the office with
unsurpassed faithfulness. He had been
continued in office for several years
when a countryman, thinking that he
too might be benefited by the perqui-
sites of the tax collector's office, became
a candidate in opposition, and sought
success by insisting that rotation in
office was the true democratic doctrine. |
The election resulted in the new candi-
date getting thirty-one votes and the
old nine hundred and sixty-one votes.
The flatterers of monarchs are constant-rise "), our hero dismounted; and, in
ly vilifying the institutions of freedom.
Would royal favor or aristocratic selfish-
ness have thus chosen the poor, the de-
formed, the pure and humbly faithful
for its agent?
The successful efforts of this deformed
man to overcome obstacles in the way
of acquiring learning is one among in-
numerable important results from the
literary spirit of the last half-century.-
Governor Gilmer's Address.
The Ventriloquist, the Irishman, and
the Priest.
At an early period in the practice of
this art a simple but worthy Irish
farmer, who, at a slow pace, had been
riding to the next market town, over-
took Gallaher, the famous ventriloquist,
whilst enjoying, as was his habit, the
benefit of a morning walk. Having,
according to the excellent custom of
this social and friendly people, saluted
the stranger, and having been encour-
aged by a response in every respect
congenial to his feelings, he determined
to enjoy himself in a short confab; and
accordingly, in compliment to his new
acquaintance, as well as to do justice to
his intended collocutions, he alighted
from his nag's back, while, at the same
time, throwing the bridle over his arm,
that his "friend Bob," as he named his
quadruped, might follow in his track, he
Grievously chagrined at such wayward
conduct in a "brute" on which, but a
few moments before, he had lavished his
plaudits for opposite qualifications (re-
marking, among others, how," whenever
he had a drop in, and fell from the sad-
dle, poor 'Bob' would help him to
right fretful mood, cursed and swore at
Bob," and ultimately laid on him
with his whip most lustily. Having at
length persuaded himself into the belief
that he had subdued the pertinacity of
his rebellious steed, he again remounted,
but, alas! with no better success; when,
almost unnecessary to add, he adminis-
tered a second dose of his supple whale-
bone.
Matters had thus far progressed, and
our equestrian was once more in the sad-
dle, when Gallaher, perceiving the cause
(a sharp-pointed stone in the poor
animal's hoof), conceived it high time to
interpose. In accordance with this dis-
position, he put his art into full and
effective requisition, when, lo! a deep
and hollow voice, apparently uttered by
the poor, belabored animal, was distinct-
ly heard to say: "May the d-l break
my neck, if I don't break yours another
time for all this!” At these awful and
portentous words, slowly and solemnly
enunciated, the affrighted man, more
like death than life, dismounted; pre-
pared himself for the worst; crossed
and "blessed himself" in haste; stood
at a most respectful distance from "the
beast"; and, addressing Gallaher in a
low whisper, significantly enquired of
him "if he didn't think the devil (the
Lord save us) had got into the poor
horse?" Scarcely had this enquiry
(meant for Gallaher's ear only) termi-
nated than "Bob" tauntingly replied:
"You lie, you villain! Wait till I catch
you drunk again! O mavrone! 'tis then
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I'll let you know which of us the d-1
has the best right to!" "Oh! the
Lord save us!" ejaculated the bewil-
dered man. "Oh! the d-1 take you
at any rate!" rejoined the horse.
Chance had so ordered matters that a
worthy Catholic clergyman, to whom
Gallaher was well known, resided at a
short distance from the scene of this
strange incident. To him, therefore, the
astounded farmer bent his steps for some
relief in so disastrous an exigence; and,
having communicated his most extraor-
dinary tale, requested that "his rever-
ence would accompany him to the
road where the horse continued to stand
-stock still. "His reverence," who
was not a little surprised at the relation
he had heard, complied; but when, on
his arrival at the site of this most mar-
vellous scene, he perceived Gallaher,
the mystery vanished. Salutations hav
ing been exchanged between them, the
honest farmer reiterated particulars, ap-
pealing every now and again to Galla-
her as evidence for the truth of his
statements; to all of which "his rever-
ence," for reasons which will presently
appear, affected to give the most perfect
credence. Allow me to ask you,"
said the clergyman, "are you really in
the habit of drinking strong liquors to
that excess that you sometimes fall from
your horse?" "As I can't tell your
reverence a lie," said the farmer, "I
must acknowledge that such is the case
now and then."
Clergyman.—'Tis a sad business; and
behold, what a frightful result! No
thing less than a warning voice.
Farmer. And won't your reverence
do anything for me?
Clergyman.-All I can; but what
would you have me to do?
Farmer.-To
my horse, to be sure.
cast the d-1 out of
Clergyman.-If you make a solemn
promise against using strong drink in
future, I'll undertake to reconcile mat-
ters between you and your hitherto faith-
ful and sagacious horse.
Farmer.-I'll do whatever your rever-
ence desires me.
Clergyman. Then, on your knees
before God, make a vow, and ask his
blessing to help you to keep it, that,
from this day forward, you will abstain
from all intoxicating drinks, and treat
your poor beast with kindness.
Farmer.-I do most solemnly and
sincerely; but your reverence is for-
|
getting to make "Bob" promise not to
do as he threatens.
Clergyman.-Be not uneasy on that
score; for, if you keep your promise,
I'll be Bob's security for keeping the
peace with you.
Farmer.-I'd like to have him bound
over, your reverence, anyhow; for he's
no longer on a par with unhuman
horses. Swear him, your reverence.
Clergyman (winking at Gallaher).—
Well, Bob, what say you to these
terms?
Bob (apparently).-In compliment to
your reverence, I revoke my intention;
but only on condition that he faithfully
keeps his promise.
Here it is almost unnecessary to say
that, by this curious incident, his re-
verence had the gratification of accom-
plishing an object which he had long in
vain endeavored to affect by advice-
namely, the reclaiming of this man
(who was a parishioner of his own) from
his unfortunate habit. Mutual pledges
were given between Bob and his master;
and, although the worthy farmer sub-
sequently became acquainted with the
joke, yet, for the sake of sacredly pre-
serving his oath, he never after violated
its burden.
Value of a Fortune.
Mr. Peter Singleton, of Norfolk, Va.,
at the age of twenty-one, came into pos
session of an estate of three hundred
thousand dollars. Moderate drinking
led him to the race-course and the gam-
ing-table, and in two or three years his
large fortune was entirely swept away,
and he was left penniless. He soon be-
came unfit for any other society than
that which is to be found in the lowest
resorts of drunkenness; and on the 3d
of January, 1838, he was conveyed, by
private charity, to the almshouse, in a
state of insensibility, and died the same
day, aged thirty-three.
Very Polite.
A Wayne County paper says the body
of a resident of that county was found
in the canal, and adds, "He is supposed
to have perpetrated voluntary destruc-
tion in a mood of mental aberration
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superinduced by long indulgence in in- | health, standing, and families, do pledge
temperate habits." This is a rounda- ourselves as gentlemen that we will not
bout way for saying he became rum- drink any spirituous or malt liquors,
crazy and drowned himself.
wine, or cider."
Washingtonian Movement.
Very singular was the origin of the
Washingtonian temperance movement.
It has all the novelty of romance, and
reads like a tale of chivalry.
There were six persons in Baltimore
who were intimate associates. On Fri-
day evening, the 2d of April, 1840, they
were where they had frequently met, at
Chase's tavern, in Liberty Street, for
mutual enjoyment, to drink and relate |
anecdotes, and to while away an even-
ing. Their names were W. K. Mitchell,
John F. Hoss, David Anderson, George
Steers, James McCurley, Archibald
Campbell.
Elder Knapp was preaching in Balti-
more at that time, and had given public
notice that on that evening he would
deliver a discourse upon the subject of
temperance. Upon this lecture the con-
versation of our six heroes presently
turned; whereupon it was determined
that four of them should go and hear it
and report accordingly. After the ser-
mon they returned and discoursed on
its merits for some time; when one of
the company remarked that "after all,
temperance is a good thing." "Oh!"
said the host, "they're all a parcel of
hypocrites." "Oh! yes," replied McCur-
ley, "I'll be bound for you; it's your in-
terest to cry them down, anyhow."
tell you what, boys," says Steers, "let's
form a society, and make Bill Mitchell
president." Agreed," cried they. The
idea seemed to take wonderfully, and
the more they laughed and talked over
it, the more they were pleased with it.
"I
He went with it, about nine o'clock,
to Anderson's house, and found him
still in bed, sick from the effects of his
Sunday adventure. He arose, however,
dressed himself, and, after hearing the
pledge read, went down to his shop with
his friend for pen and ink, and there
did himself the honor of being the first
man who signed the Washington Pledge.
After obtaining the names of the remain-
ing four, the worthy president finished
this noble achievement by adding his
own. On the evening of that day, they
met at the residence of one of their
number, and duly formed themselves
into a society, by assigning to each the
following offices: President, W. K.
Mitchell; Vice-President, Archibald
Campbell; Secretary, John F. Hoss;
Treasurer, James McCurley; Standing
Committee, George Steers and David
Anderson.
Such was the origin of that wonder-
ful movement, which produced such
mighty results all over our country.
The Wrong Book.
A man who was disgusted with tem-
perance and temperance publications
into a window
was passing a book-store, and looking
into a window saw a book with this
"Not on
title: "Not on Temperance."
temperance," said he. "That is just the
book I want." He went in and pur-
chased, and was astonished to find it
Nott on Temperance."
"
Doctor
Leonard Woods and the
Dissipated Clergymen.
Nearly forty years ago Dr. Leonard
Woods, Professor of Christian Theology
in the Theological Institution, Andover,
Massachusetts, wrote the following let-
ter to the Rev. Dr. Edwards: "When I
After parting that night they did not
all meet again until Sunday, when they
took a stroll, and, between walking and
treating, they managed to arrange the
whole matter to their entire satisfaction.
It was agreed that one of them should
draw up a pledge, and that the whole
party should sign it the next day. Ac-entered on the work of the ministry
cordingly, on Monday morning, William
K. Mitchell wrote the following pledge:
"We, whose names are annexed, desi-
rous of forming a society for our mutual
benefit, and to guard against a pernici-
ous practice, which is injurious to our
(thirty-eight years ago), it was the gene-
ral and almost universal practice for
ministers to make a frequent use of
stimulating drinks, especially on the
Sabbath. They considered this practice
an important means of promoting their
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health, sustaining them under fatigue,
and increasing the vigor of their con-
stitution. The generality of physicians
approved of this practice, and often re-
commended brandy, wine, gin, etc., as
the best remedy for diseases of the sto-
mach and lungs. Every family that I
visited deemed it an act of kindness,
and no more than what common civility
required, to offer me wine or distilled
spirit, and thought it a little strange if
I refused to drink. At funerals the be-
reaved friends and others were accus-
tomed to use strong drink before and
after going to the burial. At ordina-
tions, councils, and all other meetings
of ministers different kinds of stimu-
lating drinks were provided, and there
were but few who did not partake of
them.
"The state of things which I have
referred to among men of my own pro-
fession, together with its manifest con-
sequences, began, early in my ministry,
to alarm my fears. I remember that at a
particular period, before the temperance
reformation commenced, I was able to
count up nearly forty ministers of the
Gospel, and none of them at a very great
distance, who were either drunkards
or so far addicted to intemperate drink-
ing that their reputation and usefulness
were greatly injured, if not utterly ruin-
ed.
And I could mention an ordina-
tion that took place about twenty years
ago, at which I myself was ashamed
and grieved to see two aged ministers
literally drunk, and a third indecently
excited with strong drink. These dis-
gusting and appalling facts I should
wish might be concealed. But they
were made public by the guilty persons;
and I have thought it just and proper
to mention them, in order to show how
nuch we owe to a compassionate God for
the great deliverance he has wrought."
This evidence might be continued to
any desirable extent.
a few words. "A young friend of mine,"
said he, "who had long been very intem-
perate, was at length prevailed on, to
the great joy of his friends, to take the
pledge of entire abstinence from all that
could intoxicate. He kept the pledge
faithfully for some time, struggling with
his habit fearfully, till one evening, in a
social party, glasses of wine were hand-
ed around. They came to a clergy-
man present, who took a glass, saying
a few words in vindication of the prac-
tice. 'Well!' thought the young man,
if a clergyman can take wine and jus-
tify it so well, why not I?' So he also
took a glass. It instantly rekindled
his fiery and slumbering appetite, and
after a rapid, downward course he died
of delirium tremens-died a raving mad-
man." The old man paused for utter-
ance, and was just able to add: "That
young man was my son, and the clergy-
man was the reverend doctor who has
just addressed the assembly !”—Spirit
of the Age.
Whiskey Indian.
"Are you a Christian Indian?" said a
person to an adherent of Red Jacket, at
the settlement near Cattaraugus. “No,"
said the sturdy savage—“ no, I whiskey
Indian."
This was frank and calling things by
their right names. We have professed
Christians, sworn servants of the bless-
ed Redeemer, who sell the poison to all
who will buy; and yet, when we ask
them what kind of Christians they are,
they reply, "Temperance Christians";
and thus they quiet conscience.
thus they are angry with us because we
say, “No, but whiskey Christians."
Are we not right? Should they not be
called whiskey Christians?-Temperance
Record.
And
The Wine-Drinking Clergyman and
the Broken-Hearted Father.
The Wine-Drinking Pastor.
'Sir," said a gentleman to his pastor
At a temperance meeting in Philadel- a few days since, as he met him walking
phia, some years ago, a learned clergy- in the city, "I have an incident to relate
"What is that?" said the
man spoke in favor of wine as drink de- to you."
monstrating it, quite to his own satisfac- pastor. "Why, sir, in riding in the
tion, to be Scriptural, gentlemanly, and Long Island railroad car with a good
healthful. When he sat down, a plain, deal of company, a lady of your ac-
elderly man rose and asked leave to say quaintance remarked that you drank
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wine. 'What is that you say?' said a
well-dressed, gentlemanly man. 'Do
you say that he drinks wine?' 'Yes,
sir.' 'Do you know it?'
know it?' 'Yes, sir.'
'Well, I am sorry to hear it, for of all
preachers in the city I admire him most,
and I always make it a point to hear
him when I can, but, if this is true, I can
never, never hear him again.' The
pastor reflected a moment, and said, "I
do not drink much wine, and I do not
much think I shall drink any more."
discharged from the church of which he
had been a consistent and valued mem-
ber for seven years. He had been ac-
customed in early life to habits of dissi-
pation, and that single evening's expe-
rience was sufficient to burst the old
temptation upon him with overwhelming
force. Christian duty, home, manliness,
all that he was or ever hoped to be, were
swallowed up in that one low passion.
The example of his own pastor had ruin-
ed him.
What say our defenders among the
churches of moderate drinking? Is no
one responsible in such a case as this?
Does not the Bible say something about
him "who putteth the cup to his neigh-
bor's lips"? In this instance the results
are clearly traceable; but who will dare
to say how often as terrible conse-
quences follow when nothing is said
and little is publicly known of them?
What a Little Indulgence Can Do.
A very marked and painful instance
of the effects of a bad example occurred
recently in the vicinity of Boston. A
gentleman of high social position, a
member of an evangelical church, and
the father of an interesting family-one
whose life was closely watched, and
whose errors as well as virtues were
sure to be imitated-gave a large party.
It was on the occasion of the twenty-
fifth anniversary of his marriage. The
company was very select, consisting in
most part of clergymen of his own de-lowing:
nomination and the leading literary and
business men of his acquaintance, with
their families, nearly all being professed
Christians.
At the bountiful supper which was
provided, conspicuous among the arti-
cles of luxury on the tables appeared a
goodly supply of wine. It might chari-
tably have been supposed that the
host was merely weakly catering to the
demands of fashion, that his wine would
remain untouched, and that he would
receive gentle rebukes from more than
one person present. But no! Four
doctors of divinity were among the first
to raise their cups. The example was
infectious. Some drank who never
drank before, and all followed like a
flock of sheep, seeming to have the
feeling, which appears to be not uncom-
mon, that it is possible for society to be
good enough to be safely above the ob-
servance of the lesser morals.
The Wine-Dealer and his Wife.
The late Dr. Sinott related the fol-
"
"I
as
I
A wine-dealer's wife, in the commer-
cial capital of the State, whose con-
science was ill at ease in relation to
the traffic in intoxicating liquors, avail-
ing herself of an auspicious moment,
said to her husband: "I do not like
your selling; it seems to me to be a bad
business. You do not, I suppose, make
more than one or two hundred dollars a
year by it; and I should be very much
rejoiced if you would give it up."
know," answered her husband,
well as you, that it is a bad business;
should be as glad to give it up as you
would to have me; if I did not make
more than two or even five hundred
dollars a year by it, I would give it up.”
"How much, then," enquired his wife,
"do you make?" "Why,” replied her
husband, "I make from two to three
thousand dollars a year-an amount too
large to be relinquished."
• What you
say," she rejoined, "brings to my mind
One gentleman looked upon the the remarks of a temperance lecturer I
scene with evident surprise for a time; once heard, who, having repeated what
then he seemed to hesitate, and finally Walpole said in relation to every man
he drank more than all the rest. He having his price in politics, added that
went home and drank again that it was much the same in religion.
night, and again the next day, and Satan, continued he, is a broker-not a
the next. In a week he was a wheat or cotton broker, but a soul
ditch-drunkard, and in a month was broker. Some can be procured to labor
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different." Do to others as you would
they should do to you, is a maxim
which, if always remembered and ob-
served, would prevent most of the heart-
burnings and contentions among men.
in his service for a hundred, some for a | equal, though the baits we used were
thousand dollars a year. My dear hus-
band, look you well to it. To me it
seems that even three thousand a year
is a paltry price for that which is truly
priceless." On the mind of that hus-
band sudden conviction flashed, and,
liberal as was his portion in those
rewards of unrighteousness which Satan
proffered, he resolved, and avowed the
resolution, to receive it no longer,
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William Wirt and the Young Lady.
In early life he was fond of social
pleasures, and had a strong relish for
wit and humor, and was fond of gay
companions. He indulged in convivial
habits. Virginia hospitality had its
snares for such a man ; for every dinner
party was a revel, every ordinary visit
was a temptation.
William Wirt is distinguished as an
orator and as an author. His life of
Patrick Henry immortalized both Henry
and Wirt. His description of "The
The Wine-Seller and the Shoemaker. Blind Preacher" is inimitably beauti-
A poor man, who was a shoemaker, ful. As a lawyer he was eminent. His
took a shop in one of the boulevards speech against Aaron Burr, when tried
of Paris. As he was industrious, ex- for treason in Richmond, is surpassingly
peditious, and punctual, his customers eloquent.
rapidly increased, and he began to gain
property. After the lapse of a few
months, a wine-merchant opened a shop
next door to the shoemaker; and the
latter, to be on good terms with his
neighbor, took occasion to step in
from time to time, and take a glass of
wine. Soon he perceived a dangerous
habit was forming; and he discontinued In 1795 he was married, and in 1800
his visits to the vintner for some days, his wife died. In 1802 he was married
The wine-merchant took occasion to the second time. Tradition throws the
enquire the reason. "I have no money,'
I have no money," | charm of romance around this new attach-
was the reply. "Oh! no matter," said ment. The story is told that Wirt, after
the other, come in and drink." The an occasion of convivial indulgence, be-
shoemaker accepted the invitation, till came intoxicated, was unable to reach
at last so considerable a bill was run up his dwelling, and fell helpless and in-
that his best clothes were pawned for sensible upon the sidewalk. The
payment. A festival drew near, and he young lady who afterwards became his
of the awl asked him of the glass to wife was passing, and she recognized
lend him his clothes but for that day. him, and over his face, exposed to the
He was refused. Much chagrined, the sun, she spread her handkerchief, which
shoemaker cast about him for some plan bore the initials of her name. When he
of revenge.
The wine-merchant had a recovered and saw the handkerchief
hen with a fine brood of chickens, and with the name of the owner, he was
they used to venture near the door of much affected. Such an 'incident
the shoemaker's shop. He procured touched Wirt to the heart. This touch-
some bread, and, scattering it upon the ing incident appears to be true, for there
floor, enticed the hen with her chickens occur in Wirt's subsequent letters to
to enter. Then catching them, he strip- his wife many expressions of grateful
ped off all their feathers, and turned affection, coupled with a sense of indebt-
them loose to go to their owner. En-edness, which intimate that something
raged at the enormous cruelty, the mer- of the kind occurred. 'How much do
chant makes complaint and seeks re- I owe you? Not only the creation of
dress. Friend," said the shoemaker, my hopes of happiness on earth, but the
you have no occasion for complaint. restoration of my hopes of happiness
I have only done that to your fowls which in a better world. I must confess
you did to me. You enticed me into that the natural gayety of my char-
your shop; you stripped me of my acter, rendered still more reckless
clothes and left me destitute. What I by the dissipation into which I had
have done to fowls you did to a fellow-been allured, had sealed my eyes,
On the charge of cruelty we are and hidden from me the rich inheritance
man.
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of the righteous. It was you whose
example and tender exhortations res-
cued me from the horrors of confirmed
guilt, and taught me once more to raise
my suppliant mind to God.
William Wirt was a Christian lawyer,
and left behind him when he died a
name of more value than great riches,
•
Why a Governor Signed the Pledge.
"Am I my brother's keeper?" fell from
the lips of Cain. God has so identified
our interest with others that we are in
some respects our brother's keeper: "No
man liveth to himself, no man dieth to
himself."
A governor of Pennsylvania signed
the pledge,
not because he thought
himself in danger, but to save a friend."
The head of one of the best families was
becoming intemperate, to the great dis-
tress of his house. "I saw," said the
governor, "their grief. I resolved to
speak to him on the subject; did so,
and urged him to sign the pledge. He
suddenly turned upon me, saying,
Governor, I will if you will.' 'It is a
bargain,' said I, and we went im-
mediately to the office of the secretary,
and both signed; and I know not that I
ever touched a drop of liquor afterwards.
Nothing else would have induced me
to sign; but I think of it as one of the
best acts of my life."
tons never, never shall be slaves"
but what slaves you are to your own
lusts, to the devil, to the landlord. I
used to sing, We won't go home till
morning"; the landlord loves to hear
that. I've sung that five nights together,
and spent fourteen pounds on one spree,
and got turned out in the end. But I
have learned better songs; I'll tell you
some of the songs I love now. Here's
one:
"O happy day that fixed my choice
On thee, my Saviour and my God!"
And here's another:
"There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins.'
"The speaker quoted with wonderful
rapidity, but without the semblance of
irreverence, at least a dozen hymns, or
portions of hymns, some of which he
sang, the meeting taking up the chorus.
We cannot describe the thrilling effect
of Mr. Weaver's singing in the midst of
preaching, it is so natural, so free from
everything like premeditation or aiming
at effect.
"It is said that from forty to fifty per-
sons were hopefully converted by one
appeal. One of these cases was that of
a careless young sailor, brought to the
meeting by his mother; and on this
Weaver founded the appeal, 'O moth-
ers! go on praying for ever. Never mind
what they are, or where they are; if any
prayers reach heaven, a mother's do.'
Eight years ago the news sounded from
heaven to the poor old woman in Shrop-
shire, Richard Weaver is born again.'
Richard Weaver, the Prize-Fighter.
The preacher Richard Weaver is thus
described in an English newspaper:
What a Whiskey Barrel Contains.
what was in that barrel. He said he
presumed it was whiskey. "No," said
the Indian, "there are about a thousand
songs and fifty fights in that barrel.”
"A new preacher, by name Richard Senator Rusk, of Texas, was once at
Weaver, formerly a prize-fighter and a an Indian "talk," when a man drove up
collier in the North, has appeared in Lon- with a barrel of whiskey. An old In-
don, and is producing very deep and dian, after looking earnestly for some
widespread impressions by open-air ad-time at it, asked Mr. Rusk if he knew
dresses on large masses of the popula-
tion. He was announced first of all, by
a handbill, to preach and 'sing' at the
Cumberland Market. And sing,' as
well as 'preach,' he can do to the melt-
ing down of hundreds. One night, ad-
dressing a number of poor men and
women on the words, 'They shall return
to Zion with songs,' he said, ‘I was al-
ways fond of singing. I believe I was
born to sing; but the songs I used to
sing are not the songs I love now.'
"O my dear men you sing, "Bri-
The Widow and the Poor-house.
"Did you observe that interesting-
looking widow with four children?"
observed a poor-law guardian to his
friend. "Poor thing! she once knew
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better days, and had every luxury that
wealth could purchase." How did
she come to be an inmate of the poor-
house"? enquired the friend. “ Through
the drinking and gambling habits of her
husband," was the reply.
"Have you
many of such cases?" Many! Indeed
we have. I verily believe that nine out
of every ten of the paupers in the poor-
house have come here directly or indirect-
ly through intemperance. Rum-shops
and beer-houses are the great curses of
our land."
Wine, Good and Bad,
The fruit of the vine was made by God,
and it is always good;
The intoxicating wine was made by man,
and it is bad.
The fruit of the vine is perfect and nu-
tritious;
The intoxicating wine is imperfect and
very innutritious.
The fruit of the vine is the wine of God
The intoxicating wine is the wine of
man.
The fruit of the vine has always been a
blessing;
The intoxicating wine has been, is, and
will be a fearful curse.
The fruit of the vine is convertible into
blood, flesh, and bones;
The intoxicating wine is convertible into
neither.
The fruit of the vine is cheap and safe;
The intoxicating wine is dear and dan-
gerous.
The fruit of the vine is the wine which
wisdom has mingled;
The intoxicating wine is a man-made
mixture.
The fruit of the vine is proved by analy-
sis to be good;
The intoxicating wine by the same means
is proved to be not good.
The fruit of the vine never kills;
The intoxicating wine does.
The fruit of the vine never creates thirst;
The intoxicating wine does.
The fruit of the vine contains not one
drop of alcohol;
The intoxicating wine is very alcoholic.
The fruit of the vine is a blessing;
The intoxicating wine is a mocker.
The fruit of the vine has never injured
any church;
The intoxicating wine has injured many.
The fruit of the vine is the emblem of
the Saviour's shed blood;
The intoxicating wine bites like a ser-
pent, and stings like an adder.
The fruit of the vine has a history of
peace, and joy, and gladness;
The intoxicating wine has a history of
woe, death, and madness,
Wine of Judea.
Rev. Albert Barnes, in his "Commen-
tary," says: "The wine of Judea was
the pure juice of the grape, without any
mixture of alcohol, and commonly weak
and harmless. It was the common
drink of the people, and did not tend to
produce intoxication."
The Whiskey Cure.
This is an age of discovery. Although
the virtues of whiskey and gin-toddy
have long been known to a drunken and
dying world, it remained for the editor
of the Independent Delawarian to dis-
tinguish himself in pointing out a new
remedial application of grog. Listen to
the story of his family experience:
"Every day or two we hear of the deaths
of young children with the cholera in-
fantum. For this disease we would re-
commend that the children be permitted
to drink freely of whiskey or gin-toddy.
We have tried it in our own family, and
have never met with any thing that
would afford relief as soon as this."
Young
There, mothers, you have the long-
talked-of elixir vita. Whenever you see
your children ailing, make them drunk
on whiskey, and they will forget their
aches and pains. Whenever the cholera
infantum assails them, feed them freely
on gin-toddy, and the relief, if a certain
family experience is to be relied on, is
sure. The world is full of" old soakers,"
who can find no relief for any ill that
flesh or mind is heir to but in something
akin to whiskey or gin-toddy.
children can be very readily brought
into that state of alcoholic contamina-
tion which, in all their maladies, turns
with perverted instinct to whiskey and
| gin-toddy. The editor ought to have a
monument erected to his memory by
penny contributions from young chil-
dren, the dome to be ornamented with
the genius of Esculapius holding in the
right hand a huge jug of whiskey, and
in the left an enormous bottle of gin-
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Wine the Mocker.
"Wine is a mocker." The word wine
occurs in the Bible two hundred and
sixty-one times; one hundred and
twenty-one times it contains warnings,
seventy-one times it contains warnings
and reproofs, twelve times it denounces
it as poisonous and venomous, and five
times it totally prohibits it. "Whoso-
ever is deceived thereby is not wise."
No one doubts that intoxicating wine
is referred to. But wine is also referred
to in the Bible as a blessing, making
the heart glad-an emblem of purity
and spiritual mercies. It is used to
symbolize the blood of the atonement,
and is to be drunk anew in our Father's
kingdom. This is not the wine which
mocks and deceives, and which “at last
bites like a serpent and stings like an
adder." Two kinds of wine are referred
to, one fermented and the other unfer-
mented—one intoxicating and the other
unintoxicating. Christ never made, or
drank, or recommended intoxicating
wine. Nothing fermented was or could
be used at the Passover or Lord's Sup-
per. The entire subject of the wines of
the ancients, and the wedding-wine at
Cana, expediency, good and bad wine,
etc., is fully discussed in a little book
recently published by the National Tem-
perance Society, entitled "Laws of Fer-
mentation," by Rev. Wm. Patton, D.D.,
clearly proving that two kinds of wines
existed in Judea at the time of our Sa-
viour, and that the alcoholic kind never
should be used as a beverage.
The Work of "An Honest Dealer."
"Friends and neighbors, having just
opened a licensed shop for the sale of
"I will furnish an article suited to
the taste, which will increase the num-
ber of fatal accidents, multiplying dis-
tressing diseases, and rendering those
comparatively harmless incurable.
"I will deal in drugs which will de-
prive some of life, many of reason, most
of property, and all of peace; which
will cause fathers to become fiends,
wives to become widows, and children
to become orphans, and all to become
great sufferers.
"I will cause the rising generation to
grow up in ignorance and prove a nuis-
ance to the nation. I will cause mothers
to forget their helpless children, and
priceless virtue no longer to remember
its value.
"I will endeavor to corrupt the min-
isters of the Gospel, defile the purity of
the churches, and cause spiritual, tem-
poral, and eternal death.
If
any should be so impertinent as
to ask why I have the audacity to bring
such accumulated misery upon a com-
paratively happy people, my honest re-
ply is, Greenbacks.'
"I live in a land of liberty. I have
purchased the right to demolish the
character, destroy the health, shorten the
lives and ruin the souls of all those who
choose to honor me with their patron-
Come one! Come all!
age.
"I pledge myself to do all I have here-
Those who wish any of
in promised.
the evils above specified brought upon
themselves and their dearest friends are
requested to meet at my 'bar,' where I
will, for a few cents, furnish them with
the certain means of doing so.
AN HONEST DEALER."
Out."
liquors in this place, I embrace this op- When the Wine is In, the Wit is
portunity of informing you that on Sat-
urday next I will commence the business
of making drunkards, paupers, and
beggars for the industrious and respec-
table of the community to support.
Coming home a short time since in
the evening cars, we observed a young
man stagger in from some cross-road
station with a great gray goose in his
arms. He took the seat by the door,
and placed the goose by his side.
She
“I shall deal in familiar spirits, which
will invite men to riot, robbery, and
bloodshed, and by so doing diminish the
comforts, increase the expense, and en-looked by far the most dignified and re-
danger the welfare of the community.
"I will for a small sum undertake,
upon short notice and with the greatest
expedition, to prepare victims for the
poor-house, asylums, prisons, and the
gallows.
spectable of the two. It was plain to
see, by a glance at his face, where he
had made the last call before coming on
board the cars. Liquor-saloons are
unfortunately handy to most railroad
stations.
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Every few minutes he would reel
away to the door, and peer out into the
darkness, to see if he had got nearly to
his stopping-place. Every time he got
up, the goose stretched out her long
neck and looked after him, with a loud
and warning "Quack! quack!" to the
great amusement of the passengers.
The man looked back every time with
a silly leer, and answered in a drawling
tone, "You keep still! I'll come back."
"The goose has the most wit of the
two," remarked a gentleman.
But for the constant interference of
the brakeman at the door, he would
probably have stumbled off the cars and
been crushed to death. That worthy
at last lost all patience, and escorted
him back to his seat with a good deal
of spirit.
"
"There! don't you come out again
till I tell you. I'll take you by the coat
when I want you to get off." The man
smiled around on everybody, and snug-
gled up his goose affectionately, who
responded by a loud "quack." It was
a plain illustration of the old proverb,
"When the wine is in, the wit is out.'
This young man, who had made him-
self a laughing-stock to all beholders,
might have been a respected, useful man |
in society, if he had let liquor alone.
That had been his ruin. The silly look
on his face and the maudlin words on
his lips had become habitual. He had
lowered himself to a plane below the
brute, and was less respected by his fel-
lows. Oh! for what worthless trash he
had bartered his manhood. A moment-
ary gratification of a depraved taste
was all the gain he could boast of, and
that gain was his deadliest loss.
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down to the verge of the grave, over
which he now totters with the bottle in
his hand. A third, though born to a
large property, now drives a team, a
drunken wagoner, on the same road on
which his father's coach used to roll.
Another ran away from home at sixteen.
Another, on his passage from New Or-
leans to some northern port of the
United States, laid a plot for seizing the
vessel, rose
vessel, rose upon the captain, was
wounded, and finally thrown bleeding
into the sea, and perished. These all
loved strong drink, and, I am convinced,
imbibed their passion for it from the ex-
ample of their parents and from being
permitted to drink the 'leavings in the
bottom of the glass.""
The Wine-Drinking Lady and her
Son.
A lady, who was much opposed to the
total-abstinence pledge, and thought the
one against the use of ardent spirit suf-
ficient to prevent intemperance, had her
eyes opened by her son purchasing some
wine, with which he retired to a secret
place with some of his companions.
Soon after he came reeling into the
house, intoxicated on wine-that safe,
that healthful beverage, the use of which
some men think almost necessary to
save the temperance cause from destruc-
tion. The mother hastened with her
son to sign the total-abstinence pledge.
Would that all mothers would do the
same without waiting for such a trial !
The Washerwoman and the Lady.
A lady, some time ago, in her daily
What the Pastor Saw.
pursuit of objects on whom to bestow
Says the author of the Pastor's Journal, comforts and blessings derived from the
"I am yet a young man, but I will tell resources of a large fortune and bene-
you what I have seen: I have seen, and volent heart, found on a miserable pal-
I can almost fancy I now see, the village let, in a miscrable dwelling, a wretched
school-house and its green lawn, on female in great bodily agony, and, as it
which forty or fifty robust and active turned out, a few hours only from dis-
children were sporting in all the gayety | solution. She learned with grief that
and recklessness of early youth. One this poor woman was a victim of in-
grew up a tippler, and died by his own temperance, and that a course of drunken
hand. Hisbrother, who was saved from habits was dragging her into a prema-
the like course only by the mastery of ture grave. After a few solemn words
another passion, avarice, which com- to the dying creature, the lady was sur-
bated for a time the strength of intem- prised that she turned round and feebly
perance, has at length, under thirty, gone said, "Madam, do you not know me?"
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201
So altered, however, were the sunk and | and cannot put the key in the door,
emaciated features that it was some and swears some one has stolen the key-
time before she recognized the changed hole, or when he attempts to wind up
countenance of one who had formerly his watch with the boot-jack."
been her laundry servant. Much moved
at the sight, the lady exclaimed, “Ah!
is it you, in such a place, in such dis-
tress, and, oh! in such perilous circum-
stances as regards your immortal soul?”
"It is," replied the dying woman with
firmness and composure; "here I am,
and it is you who have brought me to
this." If a beam out of the wall had
spoken the sentence, Mrs. could
not have been more confounded. "O
madam!" continued the departing sinner,
"dinna you mind how often I refused,
how unwilling I was to taste-I mean
the whiskey at the washing-oh! and
how you pressed me till't, and gart me
do't. Oh! dinna ye min' that? And how
sair I pled wi' you, that you wud na gar
me do't?"
Wife Pelting her Husband.
Many a husband has pelted his wife,
and sometimes it is reversed and the
husband gets the pelting. The Rev.
Wm. Ried relates the following: "On my
way to worship one Sabbath morning I
came upon a woman most unmercifully
beating a man with a potato beetle.
There leaned the poor wretch against
the wall, apparently quite unconscious
of the injury he was receiving. On my
saying, 'Stop, stop! this is not work for
a Sabbath morning,' 'Stand aside, sir,'
said the incensed woman, while she up-
lifted the instrument of chastisement
for another blow-stand aside, sir; is
he not my lawful married man?"" Mr.
Ried says,
"Aware of the risk of inter-
fering with opposing powers, I judged
it best to take her advice."
When is a Man Drunk ?
It is very difficult to settle the ques-
tion when a man is drunk or to prove a
man drunk. The following may aid
us:
A man is considered drunk when
he goes to the pump to light his pipe,
or when he can't see a hole through a
ladder, or when he lies in the gutter and
cries for some one to come and tuck
him up, and when he gets home at night
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Wouldn't Go by Water
I knew a minister of rare beauty, of
splendid personal appearance, and elo-
He was
quent beyond description.
silver-tongued. I never heard a man in
all my life that so charmed me with his
eloquence. I remember some of his texts;
one was this: "If any man among you
seem to be religious, and bridleth not
his tongue, that man's religion is vain."
His theme was the sins of the tongue,
and with tremendous emphasis, he said,
"Devil won't eat devil, but minister
will eat minister." I heard him preach
on Masonry on St. John's day. He was
witty. He was answering objections to
ladies not belonging to the Masonic
order. He said: “Ladies, your hands
were never made to handle trowels." He
quoted, "Consider the lilies of the field;
they toil not, neither do they spin," etc.
And he said: "Consider the ladies;
they toil not, neither do they spin, ex-
cept street-yarns, nowadays.'
Again, I heard him preach a sermon
with the utmost solemnity from "It is
appointed unto men once to die."
One of his brother clergymen was
accused of having brandy in a demi-
john, and it was labelled "oil."
A sailor, in taking it home to him on
his shoulder, thought it did not sound,
when he shook it, like oil, and he took
out the cork, and found it brandy, and
he drank very freely. When he arrived
at the minister's, he said "he was sorry
he had no ardent spirits to treat him
with." "Never mind," said the sailor,
"Mr. , I like your oil very well.”
Such was the story, whether true or not.
The minister I have been, speaking of
visited his brother clergyman, and he
asked him "if he would not like to take
a little spirits to refresh himself with."
Said he: "Brother, I don't care if I take
a little of your oil."
He was going down the Long Island
Sound on board of a steamboat, and
there was a terrific storm, and they were
in great danger, and he manifested much
fear. When the storm was over, some
enquired why he, a good man, should be
so afraid of drowning, as he would have
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gone immediately to heaven. He said:
"No doubt of it"; but he added, "I tell
you what it is, I don't wish to go by
water."
He would go to a tavern on a Satur-
day night, call for a room and a bottle of
brandy, and then he would write his ser-
mon and preach it on the Sabbath-day.
He went from bad to worse. He lost
the lock of his strength, and at last, by a
fall, he went into the presence of his God
and Judge. How true the sentiment of
Doctor Young, "With the talents of an
angel a man may be a fool "!
Wrongly Spelt.
A temperance man thinks the brewers
spell the name of one of their drinks
wrong-he thinks ales should be spelled
ailes.
Wine-Drinking.
sentence of death, from Kingston jail,
Upper Canada, who had been con-
victed of the murder of his youthful
wife; and which affords another de-
plorable instance of the rapidly down-
ward career of the gambler and the
drunkard, during which the admoni-
tions of virtue and the remonstrances
of conscience are disregarded, the sen-
sibilities of the heart outraged, the
claims and recommendations of female
loveliness spurned by the destroyer of
her peace-by the man to whom she had
surrendered her affections, and upon
whose integrity and faithfulness she
confidingly staked her hopes of future
happiness.
The subject of these remarks was
born to respectability and affluence, and
at the death of his father inherited a
handsome property, valued at $70,000,
but which he soon lost by his dissipated
course and the failure of certain banks;
he was then so reduced in circum-
stances as to become a hostler at New
Orleans. Previous to this reverse of
fortune, however, he had formed an ac-
The Duke of Orleans, the eldest son quaintance with Miss Helen Preston,
of King Louis Philippe, was the in- while at Mount Vernon, which had
heritor of whatever rights his royal father subsequently ripened into love at the
could transmit. He was a noble young where they frequented the best society.
President's residence at Washington,
man-physically and intellectually no-
ble. His generous qualities had rendered While officiating in the degrading situa-
him universally popular. One morning tion alluded to, Miss Preston, accom-
he invited a few companions to break-panied by a party of friends, arrived in
fast with him, as he was about to take
his departure from Paris to join his re-
giment. In the conviviality of the hour
he drank a little too much wine. He
did not become intoxicated. But in that
joyous hour he drank a glass too much.
He slightly lost the balance of his body of his property, one of the banks having
and of his mind. Bidding adieu to his resumed; and with this sum went into
companions, he entered his carriage.
business at Charleston, S. C. Here he
But for the extra glass of wine he would again renewed his attentions to Miss
have kept his seat. He leaped from the Preston, who was living with her mother
carriage. His head first struck the pave- paradise, surrounded by all the com-
in independent circumstances in a rural
ment. Senseless and bleeding, he was forts and luxuries of life, and attain-
taken into a beer-shop and died. That
extra glass of wine overthrew the Or-ried life, as may be supposed, opened
ed her hand and heart. Their mar-
leans dynasty, confiscated their pro-
perty of one hundred millions of dollars,
and sent the whole family into exile.
The Murdered Wife.
The following was written by a per-
son of the name of Henry Wilson, a
native of the United States, while under
a carriage at the inn, the horses of which
he held till they alighted, but, fortu-
nately for him, without being recognized;
and failing to appear at his post when it
left, he was discharged.
He afterwards received about $8,000
splendidly and promisingly; and, suc-
cessful in business, it might have con-
tinued one round of human felicity.
But the tempter and destroyer invaded
the sanctuary of home; and the confid-
ing wife, after enduring-as only woman
can endure-a series of neglect and in-
human treatment, fell a sacrifice to the
diabolical and infuriated passions of
the man she loved.
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He was tried for the offence, was con- | little good wine would do us no harm,'
demned to be executed, and expiated and in one hour's time I was again a
on the scaffold the crime of which, in a confirmed drunkard. It was late when
paroxysm of despair and madness, he I arrived at home that night. The door
was guilty; the details of which we was opened. I staggered in, and in-
shall give in the unhappy convict's own stantly the dreadful truth flashed across
words, dictated as they are by contrition the mind of Helen. She threw upon
and remorse, merely premising that me one glance of those penetrating eyes,
Clark, to whom allusion is therein and exclaimed, 'O Henry! can it be
made, was one of his former associates possible?'
in dissipation, who had become desti- "Although she was aware of my situa-
tute, and to whom he had given em- tion, little did she think what trouble,
ployment as a salesman.
what misery and wretchedness, was in
"One fine evening, about the begin-store for her. When my senses returned,
ning of August, Clark said to me, 'Wil-
son, you will do me a great favor if you
will walk with me to see an old ac-
quaintance about a mile out of town;
his name is Cowden, and he keeps the
Swan Hotel, but he is none the worse
for that. I am sure you will be pleased
with him.' I readily accepted the invi-
tation, for it was seldom Clark asked a
favor of me.
"I told Helen my intention; she
smiled and said, 'Beware of bad com-
pany.' About seven o'clock we reached
the Swan, and I was introduced to Mr.
Cowden, and I found him to be a per-
fect gentleman in his manners. He was
acquainted with my wife's family. He
conversed fluently, and time passed
away very pleasantly. He insisted on
our taking supper with him; and we
sat down and partook of a sumptuous
repast. On one or two occasions during
the evening I saw Clark and Cowden
engaged in secret conversation. This I
did not like much.
I begged Helen's pardon, and tried to
explain to her how my situation was
brought about, and promised her faith-
fully that the like should not again
occur. The next morning Clark de-
manded his pay and left Charleston.
All was mystery to me; why should
Clark leave so suddenly where he was
doing so well, and that too without giv-
ing an explanation? And, more myste-
rious than all, how was it that my old,
infernal appetite had returned? These
things were all involved in the deepest
mystery for two months, when I ac-
cidentally learned the following facts:
"Charles Polk, who I have already in-
formed you was my sworn enemy, resolv-
ed on my ruin. He had heard of my
prosperity, and he entered into a con-
spiracy with devils for my destruction.
He, together with three of the Midnight
Revellers of New Orleans, subscribed
the sum of $800, and gave their bond
for the amount, which was to be paid to
Clark on his giving satisfactory evidence
that he made me intoxicated with strong
drinks. Clark accordingly came to
Charleston with that sole object, and he
has been successful in his hell-born
mission. You have already learned
how he won my entire confidence, and
of my visit to the Swan. Cowden was
one of the conspirators, and that glass
of mineral water was more than one-half
strong wine. Cowden received fifty
dollars as his share, and Clark seven
hundred and fifty dollars, for having ac-
complished my ruin; and thus was the
base treachery of those human fiends
rewarded.
"About nine o'clock a slave brought
into our presence a waiter well stored
with the choicest liquors. 'Now, gentle-
men, help yourselves,' said Cowden. We
thanked him for his hospitality, and
Clark told him we were temperance
men, and could not think of tasting
drink;
he begged our pardon, and
said in the most courteous manner he
would order some temperance drink,
and accordingly several bottles of min-
eral water were uncorked. Clark took
a glass and handed me one; we soon
emptied them. My nerve of taste was
in an instant thrilled with a sensation
of exquisite pleasure. I had often tast- "From what I have been able to learn,
ed mineral water, but it never before had six out of the twelve Midnight Revellers
the same effect on my nerves. I readily of New Orleans have died of the de-
accepted an invitation to take a second lirium tremens, and two have been con-
glass, and in a few moments I was com-victed of murder. But it is painful for
pletely unnerved, and I said (O God! me to dwell on these melancholy topics.
that I had never seen that day), 'I think a Nor can I give you a full detail of the
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"After the sufferings, almost unprece-
dented in the annals of the world, by
my wife, such as my base treatment to
her, her abject proverty, her laboring
day and night till the blood oozed from
her hands to support me and our child,
we arrived at this place in December
last, and took lodging in a small house.
No inducement could be held out to
Helen strong enough for her to forsake
me-her faithfulness was unyielding.
sufferings of my poor heart-broken | feelings are too much agitated, and I
Helen. The very thought is dreadful am certain that the finer feelings of your
beyond conception. Know, then, that nature will be too much outraged to
Helen Preston never was the same read these startling cruelties, even if I
sprightly girl after that visit to the Swan; record them. Therefore, spare me the
her uncontaminated heart that night task, and let me pass quickly on to the
received a wound from which it never last sad tragedy.
recovered. I became the regular custo-
mer of the tavern, my good standing in
society was falling fast, and in a short
time I was despised by all who knew
me. I was now frequently carried out
of the gutter. All this was borne with the
most Christian fortitude by Helen; she
never uttered one word of complaint,
but kept her spirits remarkably well.
On the 10th of October Helen became
the mother of a lovely babe, and on the
same day C. Hamilton and myself dis-
solved partnership. I was now worth
eighteen thousand dollars, but those evil
propensities which were engendered in
my system at New Orleans, and which
had been curbed by a return to virtuous
life, again broke forth with all the fury
of a raging fire, and in less than three
months I gambled and squandered away
over nine thousand dollars. About the
first of December we left Charleston and
removed to New York. We took up our
residence in an obscure part of the city
and I entered into my drinking de-
bauches freely and without restraint.
Notwithstanding my degradation, I al-
ways extended to Helen the kindest
treatment.
"We were not in New York one month
before a change in my conduct towards
Helen was very perceptible, and this
change was brought about from the fact
of my squandering my money-a know-
ledge that we would soon be reduced to
beggary. As regularly as night came,
I would enter my house under the in-
fluence of wine, and would either be in-
sensible or arbitrary and ill-natured.
Mortified at my depravity, my approach-
ing bankruptcy, and, worse than all, her
diminished respect and regard for me,
in whose affection had been stored up
all her hopes and happiness, were not
all the evils to which Helen was now
subjoined. Like too many others,
drunkenness made me neglectful and
cruel to my wife, I now became irritable,
jealous, and fault-finding. One night
I returned home very late. Helen had
retired; irritated at this, I summoned
her to my presence, and, oh! can it be
true that with uplifted hand I felled
that lovely creature to the floor? My
"After an absence from our poor,
stricken home for about ten days, I re-
turned on the 2d of January, and found
Helen in bed. I demanded something
to eat, she told me there was not a
mouthful in the house. The language
I made use of on this announcement
is too profane for your ears.
I com-
manded her to arise; she did not reply,
but smiled and extended in her arms an
infant child. I left the room a furious
maniac, procured a butcher's knife, and
in a short time returned, and with a
heart as black as hell I plunged that
knife into her body-one struggle, and
Helen Preston was with her God in
heaven.
HENRY WILSON,
"Kingston Jail, Canada.”
Mr. Wesley Woodworth.
"With the talents of an angel a man may be a
fool."
A man was brought into the police
office, who complained that he was fol-
lowed by a host of persons who sought
to take his life, and desired to be pro-
tected. He was recognized by a person
in the office to be Mr. Wesley Wood-
worth, the son of Judge Woodworth, of
Albany. He was taken to the prison, and
appeared to be willing to remain there
until his pursuers could be got rid of.
During the afternoon, at his request,
food was purchased for him, and he
partook of it freely. In the evening he
was locked up in his cell, and, upon
opening his cell in the morning, it was
ascertained that he had committed sui-
cide, either during the night or at an
early hour in the morning. We visited
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the cell where he lay in the morning,
when w found that he had destroyed
his life with a common sharp-pointed
pen-knife, with which he had cut a ter-
rible gash in his left arm, severing the
veins and one or more arteries.
ever he went his houses were filled
with the most respectable and intellec-
tual citizens Finally, however, his appe-
tite, sharpened by the temptation every-
where surrounding him, proved too
powerful for his resolution, and he re-
He lay upon a straw pallet, with one lapsed into his former habits, from which
foot resting on the floor, and the right he never recovered, and which at last
arm hanging down. The knife lay on led him within the cell of a gloomy
the opposite side of his cell, from which prison, where he became a self-murder-
we should judge that after cutting him- er! Another victim of the rumsell-
self he had suddenly flung the knife from er's trade-a traffic legalized by the
him. The bed was covered with clotted voters of our city, who are largely re-
blood, and the wall and floor were sprink-sponsible for the wretchedness, poverty,
led over with blood. It is evident that he
could have lived but a few moments
after the infliction of the wound. It is
strange that a man laboring under the
delirium tremens should be locked up
in a cell alone without being searched.
The deceased was about thirty-five or
forty years of age, and in his younger
days he was reputed to be one of the
handsomest men in Albany.
Thus terminated the life of one who
was by parentage, education, and asso-
ciation eminently qualified to lead a
useful and honorable life; and who, no
doubt, under more favorable circum-
stances, would have been distinguished
among the best and most talented men
of his day. He was a noble and gener-
ous-hearted young man, spirited and am-
bitious, and for a time gave great promise
of honoring himself and his coun-
try; but like too many young men of his
class who are not fortified against the
drinking habits of the day, he sacrificed
his life upon the blood-stained altar of
intemperance. In accordance with the
usages of good society, he drank wine
at parties, at weddings, at balls, and in
this way he contracted an appetite for
strong drink, which grew with his
growth and strengthened with his
strength, until at length it became om-
nipotent, overpowering conscience, re-
putation, pride, ambition, everything,
and finally he became a maniac, and
was confined in Dr. White's lunatic
asylum at Hudson, where he gradually
recovered his reason and returned to
his friends. About this time the Wash-
ingtonian reformation commenced, and
Woodworth was attracted to its stand-
ard, signed the pledge, and under the
patronage of Mr. Delavan, of Albany,
made a temperance tour, during which
he delivered temperance lectures, which
were so much superior to the ordinary
Washingtonian experiences that wher-
and crime induced by the vice of intem-
perance. Will it always be thus?—
N. Y. Mercantile Advertiser.
Philip S. White and the Inquisitive
Yankee.
When Mr. White was Most Worthy
Patriarch of the Sons of Temperance, he
went to the State of Maine, and there
met a curious Yankee, who was exceed-
ingly glad to see him. He had longed
to behold so important a personage as
the exalted head of the most beautiful
and most prosperous order of the
Sons of Temperance. He thought the
order not inferior to any which had ever
been founded, that of Christianity only
excepted. "And now, most Worthy
Patriarch," said he, drawing his excel-
lency aside, "I wish to propound to you
a serious question on a subject con-
nected with the dignity of our order.
((
Very well," said Mr. White, "what
is your question?"
"
Why," said the consequential gentle-
man with all solemnity, "I thought if
I could speak with the most worthy
head of our order-and I am thankful I
have this opportunity of doing it-I
would ask him, 'Is it constitutional and
according to usage for a brother to bring
his dog with him into the division-
room?
The Most Worthy, at this profound
question, was "taken all aback."
A Young Man's History in Brief.
I first saw him in a social party; he
took but a single glass of wine, and that
at the urgent solicitation of a young
lady to whom he had been introduced.
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; will you not come over and
These were
I next saw him, when he supposed he | D
was unseen, taking a glass to satisfy the drink a cup of coffee?"
slight desire by his sordid indulgence,
and thought there was no danger.
I next saw him, late in the evening,
in the street, unable to walk home. I
assisted him thither, and we parted.
I next saw him reeling out of a low
groggery; a confused stare was on his
countenance, and words of blasphemy
were on his tongue, and shame was
gone.
I saw him once more. He was cold
and motionless, and was carried by his
friends to his last resting-place. In the
small procession that followed every
head was cast down. His father's gray
hairs were going to the grave with sor-
row; his mother wept that she had ever
given birth to such a child.
the first kind words he had heard for
many a day. How soothingly they fell
upon his dejected and conscience smit-
ten spirit! He at first murmured some
objection, and glanced at his soiled and
tattered garments; but he promised to
come. And when he at length made
his appearance, she was surprised to see
what efforts he had made to render his
person respectable. His matted hair
was combed, his beard cut, and he had
even attempted to mend his clothes.
Gathering courage from her success
thus far, the young lady sat by him at
the table to help him to the refreshments,
of which he eagerly partook, and to
watch a favorable moment to make a
serious impression upon his mind. At
length it came. With tears in his blood-
shot eyes, he thanked her for her kind-
I returned home, musing on his future
state. I opened the Bible and read:
"Drunkards shall not enter the king-ness; but said he, "How came you to
dom of heaven."
This is a sad story. When a boy, our
poor friend was as happy and bright as
any of you. More than once, when
students together, did he sneer at my
teetotalism; when I urged him to sign
the pledge, he laughed at me, and
scouted at the bare suggestion of dan-
ger. Poor Fred his father had the
glass on the table, and there the ap-
petite was formed. Beware of the
first glass!
The Young Lady and the Drunkard.
A young lady, who had often laid to
heart the enquiry, "What can I do?"
heard a temperance lecturer say that
young ladies could do much good to
reform the poor, degraded inebriate;
and, in the fulness of Christian love
and zeal, she hastened to the dwelling
of a miserable drunkard who lived near.
He was alone. His wife being on a
visit to her parents, the wretched man
had embraced the opportunity to get
thoroughly intoxicated. For three days
he had given himself up to the influence
of strong drink. Now he was suffering
the effects of his folly. He sat upon
the bed, pale and haggard, longing for
help, but he knew not whence to seek
it. He then felt that "the way of trans-
gressors is hard." As she entered, he
looked up in surprise; but she said
kindly, "You are very ill to-day, Mr.
think of such a miserable wretch as I?
When you came to me, I was so very
wretched I had even thought of killing
myself." "But you will not think of it
again," said she; and then with kind-
ness and fidelity she spoke of the cause
of his misery and its remedy, earnestly
entreating him to attend the lecture in
the evening and sign the pledge. This
he promised. And then she warned
him of his danger as a sinner, and beg-
ged him to flee from "the wrath to
come." "I thank you," said the poor,
miserable inebriate, while the fast-flow-
ing tears attested his sincerity-"I
thank you
for your friendly warning.
I have often wondered why Christians
did not talk to me ; and I verily thought
it was because they considered me a
lost man that no one in this place ever
spoke to me of my soul's salvation.
But I shall remember what you have
said to me." And he did remember it.
That night he joined the temperance
society, and took the pledge, which he
faithfully kept. In a few weeks he be-
came a Christian; and from that time
till his death he lived a consistent
Christian life.
The Yellow Boys.
Mr. Garner, a reformed drunkard from
Blackburn, related the following at a
temperance meeting at Huddersfield,
England. He met a landlord, an old
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acquaintance, when a short dialogue
took place.
Landlord. Why, Garner, you are be-
ginning to look yellow with teetotal-
ism."
Garner (putting his hand into his
pocket, and pulling out five or six sove-
reigns). Ay, and my pocket is begin-
ning to look yellow too.
A Dying Appeal to Young Men.
The following appeal to young men
by the unfortunate Potter is well worthy
the serious attention of all the young men
of our country.
EXECUTION of potter.
The sentence of the law was executed
upon Andrew P. Potter, in New Haven,
for the murder of Lucius P. Osborn, in
February, 1845.
The New Haven Pal-
ladium says:
It being near two o'clock, the sheriff
approached the cell, and, with the aid of
another person, he put the white robe or
gown upon the prisoner, who very calm-
ly assisted in arranging it, and smoothed
back his hair, in order to wear the white
A white belt was secured
about him, and taking the arm of the
officer, he walked along the platform,
shaking hands with two or three prison-
ers as he passed their cells.
cotton cap.
"He went into the jail office, passed
into the yard, and ascended the scaffold
stairs with a firm step; and when he
trod upon his gown, he stopped with
much deliberation to pull it from be-
neath his foot. Having reached the
platform, he looked about with a firm
gaze, when he spoke as follows:
THE DYING MAN'S SPEECH.
"FELLOW-MEN: The trying circum-
stance for which you are assembled is
one of the deepest solemnity. You are
assembled to witness a very solemn
scene.
"You are all familiar with the circum-
stances which brought me to this end.
You all know that the first step in my
downward career was when I first visited
that wretched place beside the railroad.
When I commenced visiting these places,
it was very hard for me to stop. I could
not get away from them. I have felt
it my duty to warn the young men
against these places before I left the
world. There are so many temptations
to the young in this city that they are in
very great danger. At every corner
there is a place to lead the young as-
tray.
"It is strange that the affliction which
has been brought upon me has not had
a tendency to annihilate these places.
There has been some effort, it is true, to
stop them. There have been two prosecu-
tions. One of the persons was sentenced
to the jail here six months. The other one,
he was tried; what did they do with him?
They sent him home to continue that
house; all they did was to make him pay
a fine of fifty dollars. Is that all the value
of a young man? 'Tis strange (a pause),
'tis astonishing, that such places should
be continued.
"I have but a few minutes more to
warn the young. If I had not been in
that house, I should not be here now,
but should have been in my father's
Oh!
house over yonder mountain.
think of that father-that poor father.
(Here he showed considerable emotion).
He is very much distressed by my afflic
tion, and when he visited me a few days
ago he was not in his right mind. He
pronounced woe upon the city. I fear
he will go down to his grave in sorrow.
(A pause, officers fanning him.)
annihilate these places. Are there not
"It is my last request that you will
holy men enough in the city to do it?
Shall these places be kept up within
sound of the Gospel? The young men
are exposed to ruin from them. Their
desires and passions are so strong that
temptations lead them easily away. (A
pause.)
"Now I appeal once more to the
young.
brought up. I had the best of instruc-
You all know how I was
tion from my father-a Christian father
-but it has all come to this. Now I
want to say a word about my Saviour.
My impenitent friends, I would not
swap situations with you (a pause)—no,
I would not.
"I hope you will one and all make
your peace with God ere it be too late.
This putting off your duty will make
you more and more hardened. And
now in a few moments I shall meet my
God. The blood of Jesus Christ is suf-
ficient for my sins and for all of yours.
I entreat you one and all to attend to
this important subject.'
Here the prisoner closed and was
seated, when the Rev. Mr. Cleveland
poured out his heart in fervent prayer
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of supplication, after which the prisoner | rank, and all seemed to go well and
was requested to rise.
The sheriff then approached the
scaffold, placed his hand upon the lever
which supported the platform, and said
something in a low tone, when the pri-
soner in a loud voice, and apparently
looking upward, cried out, 'Dear Sa-
viour, into thy hands I commit my spirit.'
The lever was raised, the drop fell, and
with it the prisoner, who was brought
up suddenly--and all was over."
The Young Hotel-Keeper.
him to take
He firmly
promise a future happiness; but intem-
perance did its work. While at a party
the young lady was told of the abste-
mious nature of her intended partner.
She was told that nothing in the world
could induce him to drink a glass of
wine. 'Don't say so,' she said, 'till I
have tried him.' She asked
a glass of wine from her.
refused. She threw her charms about
him. She prevailed. He got intoxicated.
The abstemious youth became a drunk-
ard, and ran rapidly in the downward
course. Her father, though in the habit
of drinking himself, could not bear to
see his daughter wed a drunkard, and
A young man in one of the great he was ordered from the house. The
cities of our land, the son of a wealthy father got into difficulties, and became
merchant, being established in one of bankrupt. He went into the back
the first hotels with his bride-an excel- settlements to recruit his fortune. One
lent and confiding girl-was surrounded night about twelve years after, while
by all that wealth and refinement could there was noise, and dancing, and music,
bestow, with the prospect of a long, a strange wailing noise was heard outside
happy, and prosperous life. His parents the building. It became louder and
thought they had placed him in the way louder. All was silent. The music
to affluence and honor. But having ac- ceased. The door opened, and the
quired the habit of occasional drinking, figure of a man entered, and threw him-
he soon began to increase his cups. self on the floor, crying, 'O God! save
His wife discovered a change in his me from the fiends.' The young lady
temper, want of attention, etc. His
went up to him, and as she approached
friends soon became anxious; his busi-his upturned eyes met hers. It was too
ness was neglected, and his patrons be-
came ashamed of his society, and for-
sook him; and although he had a small
fortune in the beginning, in three years
it was all gone, and he was scarcely able
to fit up a common bar-room in a re-
tired street. Thus he went downward
till he could no longer find a place in
which to do business or money to carry it
forward; and though all rumsellers do
not sink thus rapidly, yet this is but the
more fearful type of the destiny of all
the class.
The Young Collegian, the Young
Lady, and the Glass of Wine.
The Rev. Dr. Asa Mahan, President
of Oberlin Institute, relates the follow-
ing:
much for her. She fainted away. He
whom she had wronged thus lay before
her a poor maniac, and in two days
more I had the melancholy duty of at-
tending his funeral and hearing the
clods of the valley rumbling upon his
coffin. She is now, if living, in a lunatic
asylum. Her father and mother sleep
in an untimely grave. Oh! what an
amount of sin must a person have to
answer for who thus is the means of
ruining a precious soul or causing a
weak brother to perish."
Yielding to Temptation.
An intemperate man, with talents most
brilliant, made a powerful effort to re-
form. For three months he abstained
from all but tea and coffee. The hopes
of his family were much excited, but in
an evil hour he was induced to take a
little beer and water. The slight in-
toxicating quality contained in this
liquor lighted up the latent fires within
Desire was again renewed, resolu-
weakened, he relapsed, and went
I knew of a young man who went to
college and studied very successfully.
Being of a bright and animated disposi-
tion, he was often invited to pleasure
parties, and, although he went to them,
he never could be prevailed upon to
take a glass of wine. He was engaged him.
to be married to a young lady of the first' tion
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from beer to wine, from wine to brandy, | here about half-past ten o'clock," said
until reason was dethroned, and he be-
came a madman.
""
The Young Man Who Just Dropped George got into a fight with one of his
"
In.
'Here, George, take this account to
Mr. Jones, and request him to let me
have the money, as I have a heavy note
to pay."
Thus spake a very clever dealer in
dry-goods, of limited means, to his clerk,
a young man of active business habits,
one morning.
The employer was warmly attached
to his clerk, notwithstanding he had
been compelled to lecture him several
times for certain irregularities which are
often looked over too lightly as na-
tural in young men.'
"
George took the account, and waited
on Mr. Jones, who promptly paid the
bill, $460. On his way back George
had occasion to pass the vicinity of "The
Wrong House," and, as it was about
eleven o'clock, he thought he "would
just step round to see who was there ";
or rather, he went to get his bitters.
Why, halloo, George!" shouted half
a dozen voices. "Who'd a thought of
seeing you?" Nothing would do but
George must take a seat at the table
where a number of "nice young men
were enjoying them selves, and “drink
with them. Each treated in his turn.
Time rolled on.
"Glasses all round again," said one.
Agreed!" cried several voices, and
all round again it was. All the party
but one became first jolly and then " up-
roarious."
The party was composed of several
fools and one knave. The latter, by
It
practising deception, kept sober.
may not
be generally known that
"genteel pickpockets" are often lurking
around "genteel grog-shops," but so it
is, and by four o'clock George was
gently relieved of his four hundred and
sixty dollars.
The merchant knew Mr. Jones too
well to doubt the prompt settlement of
his account. He went out on business
after George, and was detained until
half-past two. When he returned, his
first enquiry was for George, but no one
had seen him. A messenger was sent
to the store of Mr. Jones. "He was
Mr. Jones, "and I paid him the money.'
The anxiety of the employer was in-
tense, and his note, which was to have
been paid by the money George received,
was protested. Late in the afternoon
bottle companions. His clothes were
torn and his person bruised. He at
length became so noisy and abusive as
materially to interfere with the "respect-
able and legal business" of the land-
lord, and George was peremptorily or-
dered to quit the premises. At this he
demurred. The landlord took him
by the collar, and kicked him into the
street. The tender mercies of a rum-
seller are cruel. Poor George! He had
got his bitters, and they were bitter
enough—bitter as gall.
He wandered into a neighboring grog-
gery, where, after drinking another
round," he slept till late at night, when
he was again put into the street. The
watchman took him in possession, and
he was safely lodged in the station-
house.
On the next morning the first thing he
thought of was his employer's money!
Who can describe his feeling when he
discovered his situation? He was a
ruined man! The story was told his
employer, and believed, but he was dis-
charged in disgrace. Poor George!
A Young Suicide.
No one can peruse the following
affecting article which is copied from the
Dover (N. H.) Morning Star, without
lamenting the baneful consequences
which frequently arise from intempe-
rance. Disease, insanity, suicide, and
murder follow in its train:
46
Departed this life, in Hamburg,
N. Y., John Otle, aged thirteen years.
The circumstances of his death were as
follows: A little past mid-day the unfor-
tunate boy obtained a rope, on the end of
which was a ring, which he endeavored
to conceal, and immediately hastened to
a wood a short distance from his father's
house. But in spite of all his efforts, he
was observed by some of his unsuspect
ing little brothers and sisters, who fol-
lowed him to the fatal spot. He then
climbed a small tree, and, after waiting
some time, made a small noose by pass-
ing the end of the rope through the ring,
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his life, went to London, and became
connected with a large wholesale house.
He began to frequent places of question-
able resort-places where there is sing-
ing, dancing, and amusements not al-
ways of the best character, associated with
which he put on his neck. He then,
fastened the rope to the tree, and jump-
ed off, and in a moment was in eter-
nity! His little sister, being under the
tree, shrieked aloud, saying her brother
John had fallen. This brought to the spot
her mother and some of the other chil-drink. This young man went to these
dren, when a scene of sorrow and la-
mentation took place which can be
better imagined than described.
places, and was in great danger of being
hurled into ruin. About that time a
friend came up from the country on the
occasion of a great temperance conven-
tion, and met him in the street, and said,
'Come to this great temperance conven-
tion; here is a half-crown ticket for a re-
served seat.' He accepted the ticket,
and said to himself, I will go, and
amuse myself by drawing caricatures of
the speakers.' He went, and listened
to various physiological arguments that
a man would be better and stronger for
drinking cold water. He wanted to
win a swimming prize, and remarked,
"This child was led to the perpetra-
tion of the rash and wicked deed by the
cruel treatment which he received from
a drunken father, who was at that time
almost dead-drunk at a neighboring
grog-shop. Some hours
Some hours afterwards,
with much urging and assistance, he
was got home; but being in liquor, his
presence only augmented the grief of
his afflicted family. When under the
influence of ardent spirits, he was often
known to vent his madness on poor
John; and on the morning of that day,If these arguments are correct, I will
before leaving home for the grog-shop,
without any provocation, he threatened
him with a severe whipping. John
was a bright and active lad, had the
name of being virtuous, and was the
main support of the family. Frequently,
after having labored hard to obtain the
means of support for his poor mother
and her children, his drunken father
would expend his earnings for rum.
The deceased was often heard to say
it would be better for him to die than to
live, that he had rather die than stay
here, etc., always assigning as a reason
the cruel treatment of his father."
have a good chance.' So he tried it for
a couple of months. The time came for
the contest, and he won the prize easily.
He was so pleased at the success of the
experiment that he determined to sign
the pledge. His parents were very
anxious he should become an abstainer,
and had made special prayer for him
for some time that he might become
temperate.
He went to the secretary's room,
whose windows he had broken some
time before when in a frolic, and told him
he wanted to sign the pledge. The secre-
tary thought he did not mean it; but he
signed his name, and went home His
parents were astonished and overjoyed
when he told them he had signed the
pledge. He returned to London, and
The Two Young Men and the Rev. his old companions laughed at him for
Newman Hall.
Mr. Hall relates the following:
"There were two young men in a
town whom I very well knew, members
of a debating society, and they frequent-
ly discussed subjects bordering on infi-
delity; in fact, it was thought to be a kind
of infidel club. These two young men
were thoughtful and intelligent, and
took a prominent part in the discus-
sions. One of them was a teetotaler,
and the other was not. The teetotaler
was a member of a Quaker family, and
he used to ask his companion to be an
abstainer, but he declined. By-and-by
the non-abstainer, who never indulged
to excess, and was never intoxicated in
becoming a teetotaler.
"On a Sunday he took down the Bible
his mother had given him, which he had
not opened for some time, and thought
he would go to a place of worship, where
he had not been for a long time. He
went, and the Gospel entered his heart,
and he became converted and united
with the church. He then became zeal-
ous in the Sabbath-school and founded
a Band of Hope in it. He became a
successful business man, then entered
the ministry, and is now a most useful,
energetic preacher of the Gospel, blend-
ing teetotalism with religion. You
will not be surprised at any love I have
for the cause of temperance, when I tell
you that I had the privilege of giving
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that half-crown ticket, and that he to
whom I gave it was my own brother.
"What happened to the other young
man? He was a teetotaler, and went to
London. He became intemperate in
order that he might go to places of sinful
amusement and indulgence. He went
from bad to worse, became diseased in
body and soul through his career of dis-
sipation, and went home to die. In utter
despair he sent for his former compan-
ion, my brother, to come and see him.
There they were together: the one, by
giving up teetotalism, was dying a
premature death; and the other who,
by embracing teetotalism, had become a
true Christian. He watched him day
and night, and poured into his ears the
glorious Gospel news of forgiveness for
the worst of sinners, and there was hope
in his case."
|
drunkard; soon his wife, borne down
by affliction and sorrow, died. One
would think that this would have
been enough to remind him of the
cause, and bring him to reflect on his
past life; but no, he became worse and
worse. His daughter, who was some
ten or twelve years of age, and had
been a regular attendant at Sunday-
school, and had, like Mary, “chosen
that better part which would not be
taken from her," remonstrated with
him in vain in regard to his pernicious
habit; he only answered her with
curses.
At length she was taken sick; and
on the night that her "spirit took its
flight" she made her last appeal. She
told him that she was dying; she im-
plored him to stay; but no, "he had
promised to meet some companions, and
could not disappoint them.
Upon his return he found two or
three of his neighbors present, and, glar-
A Young Girl's Dying Appeal to her ing wildly around, asked what was the
Drunken Father.
Stay, father, stay; the night is wild;
Oh! leave not now your dying child.
I feel the icy hand of death,
And shorter, shorter, grows my breath.
O father! leave me not.
Stay, father, stay; mother's gone,
And thou and I are all alone;
And from her starlit home on high
She'll weep that I alone should die.
O father! leave me not.
Stay, father, stay. Oh! leave, this night,
The madd'ning bowl, whose withering
blight
Has cast so dark a shade around
The home where joy alone was found.
O father! leave me not.
Stay, father, stay: once more I ask ;
Oh! count it not a heavy task
To stay with me till life shall end,
My last, my only earthly friend.
O father! leave me not.
The above lines were suggested by
the following incident, which occurred
a few years since:
In the small town of there
lived a family who had been at one
time wealthy. It consisted of father,
mother, and an only daughter; but,
alas! a demon had entered that once
happy home. The husband was a
matter. They pointed silently to the bed;
he staggered to it, and ruthlessly drag-
ged down the sheet, and beheld the
corpse of his child. He gazed a mo-
ment, and, twisting the sheet in his
hands, with an oath dashed it into his
dead child's face.
over.
Salvation, what is Needed,
Don't depend too much upon the
pledge. The great mass of drinking
men have pledged themselves over and
A poor inebriate's promise is
straw, not iron; it is a reed shaken in
the wind. Salvation is what the drunk-
ard wants. He wants Christ, not his
own weak resolutions. Good resolu-
tions! The road to hell is paved with
them. Show the drunkard that he is a
poor, weak sinner, lost and helpless:
he knows it already. Then show him
the One who stooped from heaven's
throne to earth's manger to seek and
save just such lost ones as he.
By all means, let him sign the pledge;
this was the first step of the prodigal,
who said, "I will arise and go to my
father." But one step would have left
him to starve among the swine. Follow
up the poor prodigal, O gentle woman!
till he meets that Father who, when he
was yet a great way off, saw him, and
had compassion; follow till you see
him "fall on his neck and kiss him."
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DECLARATIONS AGAINST ALCOHOL.
The Voice of the Leading Medical
Men.
The National Temperance Society in-
augurated a measure to secure the voice
of the medical fraternity against alcohol,
and the result was the following de-
claration, signed by over two hundred
physicians in New York and vicinity,
and which has been extensively signed
all over the country.
1. In view of the alarming prevalence
and ill effects of intemperance, with
which none is so familiar as members
of the medical profession, and which
have called forth from eminent English
physicians the voice of warning to the
people of Great Britain concerning the
use of alcoholic beverages, we, the un-
dersigned, members of the medical pro-
fession of New York and vicinity, unite
in the declaration that we believe al-
cohol should be classed with other
powerful drugs; that, when prescribed
medicinally, it should be with con-
scientious caution and a sense of grave
responsibility.
2. We are of opinion that the use of
alcoholic liquor as a beverage is pro-
ductive of a large amount of physical
disease; that it entails diseased ap-
petites upon offspring; and that it is
the cause of a large percentage of the
crime and pauperism of our cities and
country.
3. We would welcome any judicious
and effective legislation-State and na-
tional-which should seek to confine the
traffic in alcohol to the legitimate pur-
poses of medical and other sciences, art,
and mechanism.
Edward Delafield, M.D., President
College of Physicians and Surgeons,
and of Roosevelt Hospital.
Willard Parker, M.D., Ex-President
Academy of Medicine.
of Medicine, and President Physi-
cians' Mutual Aid Association.
E. R. Peaslee, M.D., Ex-President
Academy of Medicine (N. Y.)
Erasmus D. Hudson, M.D., Physician
and Surgeon.
Elisha Harris, M.D., Secretary Ame-
rican Public Health Association, late
Sanitary Superintendent Metropolitan
Board of Health, and Corresponding
Secretary Prison Association of New
York.
C. R. Agnew, M.D., Ex-President Me-
dical Society of the State of New
York.
Stephen Smith, M.D., Surgeon Bellevue
Hospital, Commissioner of Health,
and President American Health As-
sociation.
Alfred C. Post, M.D., LL.D., Professor
of Surgery in University Medical Col-
lege, and Ex-President New York
E. D. Hudson, Jr., M.D., Professor of
Academy of Medicine.
Theory and Practice of Medicine, Wo-
man's Medical College of New York
Infirmary, and others.
The Voice of Leading Clergymen.
The following testimony against alco-
hol, initiated by the National Tempe-
rance Society, was issued in March,
1874, and has been signed by upwards
of two hundred clergymen in New
York and vicinity:
We, the undersigned clergymen of
New York and vicinity, believe intem-
perance to be a prolific source of
disease, poverty, vice, and crime; that
moderate drinking is the primary cause
of drunkenness; that it is good neither
to drink wine nor anything whereby
many stumble and are made weak; that
A. Clark, M.D., Professor College of we, then, that are strong ought to bear
Physicians and Surgeons, and Senior the infirmities of the weak, and not to
Physician Bellevue Hospital.
please ourselves" (Rom. xv. 1); there-
James Anderson, M D., No. 30 Univer-fore, we unite in, and cominend to
sity Place, Ex-President Academy others, the solemn pledge not to use
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alcoholic liquors of any kind as beve.
rages; and we would welcome any ade-
quate legislation-State and national-
for the suppression of the traffic in alco-
holic liquors for drinking purposes:
Edmund S. Janes, Bishop Methodist
Episcopal Church.
John Hall, Minister Fifth Avenue Pres-
byterian Church.
William M. Taylor, Broadway Taber-
nacle Congregational Church.
Theodore L. Cuyler, Lafayette Avenue
Presbyterian Church, Brooklyn.
A. G. Lawson, Greenwood Baptist
Church, Brooklyn.
A. S. Patton, Editor Baptist Weekly.
Wm. T. Sabine, Church of the Atone-
ment, Madison Avenue.
Henry Ward Beecher, Plymouth Church,
Brooklyn.
T. De Witt Talmage, Brooklyn Taber-
nacle.
Cyrus D. Foss, St. Paul's Methodist
Episcopal Church.
W. W. Newell, Eighty-fourth Street
Presbyterian Church.
H. D. Ganse, Madison Avenue Reform-
ed Church.
Daniel Curry, Editor Christian Advocate.
W. H. Boole, Seventeenth Street Meth-
odist Episcopal Church.
Justin D. Fulton, Hanson Place Baptist
Church, Brooklyn.
Cyrus Dickson, Corresponding Secre-
tary Presbyterian Board of Home
Missions, and others.
HISTORICAL AND STATISTICAL MEMORANDA.
Commission of Enquiry.
The following is the official petition
of the National Temperance Society
asking for the Commission :
PETITION.
The National Temperance Society | sion of the Forty-third Congress, it was
commenced a movement in 1873 in not reached, though a large majority-
Congress for a National Commission not the requisite two-thirds-voted to
of Enquiry concerning the alcoholic suspend the rules and put it upon its
liquor-traffic. It circulated petitions passage.
largely over the country, which were
endorsed by National and State organi-
zations, churches, and local organiza-
tions all over the United States, repre-
senting nearly five million people. A
bill was prepared authorizing the Presi-
dent, by and with the consent of the
Senate, to appoint a commission of five
persons to investigate the alcoholic and
fermented liquor-traffic and manufac-
ture, having special reference to revenue
and taxation, the practical results of
license and restrictive legislation, etc.
The bill passed the Senate by a vote of
twenty-six to twenty-one.
In the House of Representatives the
bill was referred to the Committee on
the Judiciary, reported favorably, and
sustained by an able, very important
report, recognizing the full jurisdic-
tion of Congress over the liquor-traffic
in the sphere of national authority,
and the proposed enquiry as one in-
volving to a large degree the national
welfare. The bill was placed upon the
calendar of the House; but with the po-
litical disagreement and the consequent
delay of public business in the last ses-
To the United States Senate and House of
Representatives:
The undersigned, citizens of the
United States, respectfully ask you to
provide for the appointment of a Com-
mission of Enquiry, of five or more com-
petent persons, whose duty it shall be,
first, to enquire and take testimony as
to the results of the traffic in alcoholic
liquors, in connection with crime, pau-
perism, the public health, the moral,
social, and intellectual well-being of the
people; second, concerning prohibitory
legislation in Maine, Massachusetts,
and other States of the Union; and,
third, to recommend what additional
legislation, if any, would be beneficial
on the part of Congress to suppress, in
the sphere of national authority, the
traffic in alcoholic liquors as beverages,
WILLIAM E. DODGE, President.
J. N. STEARNS,
Corresponding Secretary.
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The bill as amended and passed by | been increased or decreased thereby,
the Senate is as follows:
whether the use of opium as a stimu-
A BILL TO PROVIDE FOR THE APPOINT-lant and substitute for alcoholic drinks
MENT OF A COMMISSION ON THE SUB-
JECT OF THE ALCOHOLIC AND FER-
MENTED LIQUOR-TRAFFIC.
has become more general in conse-
quence of such legislation, and whether
public morals have been improved there-
by. It shall also be the duty of said
commissioners to gather information
and take testimony as to whether the
evil of drunkenness exists to the same
extent, or more so, in other civilized
countries, and whether those foreign na-
tions that are considered the most tem-
perate in the use of stimulants are so
through prohibitory laws; and also to
what degree prohibitory legislation has
affected the consumption and manufac-
ture of malt and spirituous liquors in
this country.
"Be it enacted, etc., That there shall
be appointed by the President, by and
with the advice and consent of the Sen
ate, a commission of five persons, nei-
ther of whom shall be the holder of any
office of profit or trust in the General or
a State Government. The said com-
missioners shall be selected solely with
reference to personal fitness and capaci-
ty for an honest, impartial, and thorough
investigation, and shall hold office until
their duties shall be accomplished, but
not to exceed one year. It shall be
their duty to investigate the alcoholic SEC. 2. That the said commissioners,
and fermented liquor-traffic and manu- all of whom shall not be advocates of pro-
facture, having special reference to reve-hibitory legislation or total abstinence
nue and taxation, distinguishing as far
as possible, in the conclusions they ar-
rive at, between the effects produced
by the use of distilled or spirituous
liquors as distinguished, from the use
of fermented or malt liquors, in their
economic, criminal, moral, and scien-
tific aspects, in connection with pauper-
ism, crime, social vice, the public health,
and general welfare of the people; and
also enquire and take testimony as to
the practical results of license and re-
strictive legislation for the prevention
of intemperance in the several States,
and the effect produced by such legisla-
tion upon the consumption of distilled
or spirituous liquors and fermented or
malt liquors, and also to ascertain
whether the evil of drunkenness has
in relation to alcoholic or fermented
liquors, shall serve without salary; shall
be authorized to employ a secretary at
a reasonable compensation, not to ex-
ceed $2,000 per year, which, with the
necessary expenses incidental to said
investigation (not exceeding $10,000) of
both the secretary and commissioners,
shall be paid out of any money in the
Treasury not otherwise appropriated,
upon vouchers to be approved by the
Secretary of the Treasury; and for this
purpose the sum of $10,000 is hereby
appropriated. It shall be the further
duty of said commissioners to report
the result of their investigation and the
expenses attending the same
to the
President, to be by him transmitted to
Congress.
The Woman's Temperance Crusade.
The most remarkable and successful, of winning a multitude of victories.
feature of the year 1874 was the "woman's Out of weakness God perfected strength.
crusade" against intemperance and the It is estimated that upwards of 2,000
liquor-traffic. It was a new national places where liquor was sold have
awakening to the greatest curse of been closed, and that hundreds of thou-
modern civilization, and an uprising of sands have signed the total-abstinence
the greatest sufferers for deliverance pledge. The keynote of the whole
and self-protection. The movement campaign was prayer, persuasion, and
commenced in Southern Ohio, partaking personal effort. The women went to
largely of the nature of a religious God, then to the grog-seller. The
revival, and swept over a majority grog-seller feared both the women and
of the States of the Union. Woman the God whom they serve, and in a
became an instrument in God's hands large number of instances they have
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changed their whole course of life and
have dedicated themselves to God's
service. The usual method of operation
was to hold a large public meeting of
all denominations, followed by daily
union meetings for prayer, singing, and
consultation, and, when the way opened,
to go forth, two by two, visiting saloons,
pleading with the liquor-sellers, pro-
perty-holders, druggists, grocers, physi-
cians, and citizens for the entire sup-
pression of the sale and use of intoxicat-
ing beverages, or the renting of property
therefor, or in any way countenancing
the same. The motto everywhere was
total abstinence and the entire and uni-
versal closing of the saloons.
While all this is apparently a new
movement, yet the way had been pre-
pared for it in the faithful and persistent
Îabors of the past. Pulpits, Sabbath-
schools, and multitudes of temperance
societies have been for many years do-
ing what they could to sow the seeds for
the future harvest. The publications of
the National Temperance Society have
been scattered broadcast over the entire
land like the leaves of the forest. The
country was ripe for the forward move-
ment, needing only a spark to start the
flames across the land.
Dr. J. G. Holland, in Scribner's Month-
ly, had an excellent article upon this
movement, from which we quote as fol-
lows:
|
ried on by prayer, is as natural in its
birth and growth as the oak that springs
from the acorn. If God and the God-
like element in woman cannot help,
there is no help. If the pulpit, the
press, the politicians, the reformers, the
law, cannot bring reform, who is left to
do it but God and the women? We
bow to this movement with reverence.
We do not stop to question methods;
we do not pause to query about perma-
nent results. We simply say to the
glorious women engaged in this marvel-
lous crusade: May God help and
prosper you, and give you the desire of
your hearts in the fruit of your labors!""
The movement has never ceased, but
has taken permanent form, and now has
thirteen States fully organized and
actively at work in various branches of
the cause.
A Woman's National Christian Tem-
perance Convention was held in Cleve-
land in November, 1874, and în a three
days' session completed the organization
with an admirable constitution and
practical plan of work. The movement
is stronger at the present time than
ever before.
In this work we have noticed many
phases of temperance; this is the last,
and it deserves to stand out as con-
spicuous as the sun in the heavens. It
forms an epoch in the temperance re-
form-a new era in its history. Not
since the days of Pentecost have such
scenes been witnessed-scenes that have
not only made earth rejoice, but glad-
dened the eyes of angels, and thrilled
the heart of the world's Redeemer. I
wonder not at women's efforts; for who
have suffered more than women from
intemperance? Think of the sufferings
of wives and of daughters, of the tears
of anguish, of the broken hearts and
broken hopes, and broken constitutions
"For weary, despairing years they
have waited to see the reform that
should protect them from further harm.
They have listened to lectures; they
have signed pledges; they have encour
aged temperance societies; they have
asked for and secured legislation; and
all to no practical good end. The poli-
ticians have played them false; the
officers of the law are unfaithful; the
government revenue thrives on the
thriftiness of their curse; multitudes of
the clergy are not only apathetic in their
pulpits, but self-indulgent in their social
habits; newspapers do not help, but
rather hinder them; the liquor interest,
armed with the money that should have
bought them prosperity, organizes
against them; fashion opposes them;
a million fierce appetites are arrayed
against them; and, losing all faith in
men, what can they do? There is but
one thing for them to do. There is but
one direction in which they can look,
and that is upward! The women's Delaware County, N. Y., who had been
temperance movement, begun and car-cursed with a drunken husband, and
the grave the only refuge. My peculiar
calling has led me to witness their suf-
ferings. Mind can't conceive, pen can't
describe, language can't express, the
anguish they endure. If the tears they
have shed over drunken husbands and
sons could be gathered, it would make
one vast river; if their sighs could be
blended, it would make one great an-
them of sorrow; if all their groans could
be united into one, it would be louder
than ten thousand thunders.
I attended the funeral of a woman in
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scenes
who had suffered more than the martyrs, | three little fatherless ones in their
and who exclaimed with her expiring misery, greatly affected my heart. Such
breath, "The rum-bottle has brought me
are transpiring all over our
to this." Alas! she was not the only land. The air is full of the dying
one; thousands of suffering, dying groans of drunkards, and of the sighs
wives could say, "The rum-bottle has of widows and orphans.
brought me to this."
I buried in Massachusetts a widow's
only son, who died with delirium tre-
· mens. The tears she shed were not
common tears, the sighs she heaved
were not common sighs, but came from
the inner temple of grief.
In Columbia County, N.Y., I attend-
ed the funeral of a brilliant lawyer, who
said "he would have one more spree,
and then he would quit." He had one
more-it was his last. The drunkard
has his last spree. Who can tell the
anguish of his widowed mother, whose
husband also had died with delirium
tremens a few years before.
These are not imaginary scenes, but
terrible realities that have come under
my own observation.
In New Jersey I stood by the coffin
of a man who had committed suicide by
hanging. There was a dark streak
round his neck, showing us where the
rope had been. There sat his widow in
the habiliments of mourning, that ex-
pressed faintly the deeper grief within.
There sat five fatherless children, who
had been cursed by a drunken father.
And how pitiful and sorrowful the dear
little ones did look, and they could
have mournfully exclaimed "Our father
was a drunkard, but we are not to
blame." No, the children of a drunkard
are not to blame; but, oh! how intense-young wife? How her beauty faded!
ly they suffer!
Another case in New Jersey, a man
highly respected, not considered an in-
temperate man; but he drank moderate-
ly, and suddenly died with delirium tre-
mens. He imagined that all the snakes
in the universe were darting at him their
tongues, and that their snakish eyes were
looking at him, and that all the ghosts
and hobgoblins and devils from pande-
monium were prowling around his
couch; it seemed as if the angel of de-
struction had special charge of him,
and as if all death's barbed arrows were
piercing his suffering heart. He suf-
fered more than a thousand deaths.
Among other things he pulled out his
tongue, piece after piece, and threw it
at those who were in the room, till he
literally tore it all out by the roots, and
was tongueless. His sister-in-law, who
was present, described the awful scene
to me, and said she never beheld any-
thing like it, it was so terrible. And,"
said she, "Mr. Wakeley, I never felt such
relief in my life as when he ceased to
breathe, when the horrible scene was
over." Who can tell the deep grief, the
bitter anguish, the intense sorrow of
that wife, a thousand times worse than
widowed? I attended his funeral with
the Baptist and Presbyterian preachers.
The widow in her anguish, and the
I remember a beautiful, brilliant
young man in Orange County, who
married a young lady of uncommon
beauty. He was a moderate drinker at
first, but it ended in delirium tremens.
It took twelve men to hold him, so ter-
rible were his sufferings; so his sister-in-
law told me, as she described the awful
scene. Who can tell the anguish of that
How the roses withered on her cheeks!
I might fill pages in describing such
terrible scenes.
I knew a mother who had a son as
beautiful as Absalom, with his glossy
locks and rosy cheeks. He died with
delirium tremens in Brooklyn. It
crushed his father's heart, who soon
slept beside him. And I shall never
forget the mother in her sadness and
gloom; it embittered the rest of her
days, till death came to her relief.
Í knew a young woman in Connecti-
cut who married a brilliant young man,
the pride of the village where they lived.
The wedding was a splendid occasion,
and many envied the bride. He drank
too much; they separated. I saw him in
Massachusetts with a travelling circus, a
poor wreck of humanity, with his red eyes
and his pimpled face-
face-nature holding
out her signals of distress. Lower and
lower he went down the ladder of in-
famy, till at last he died in a poor-house
in Fairfield County, Connecticut.
He
Another lady I knew in Brooklyn,
who married a noble young man.
became dissipated; he died in a poor-
house in Baltimore. Who can tell the
anguish of his wife?
Who can describle what the wife suf-
fers when she discovers for the first time
that her husband is a drunkard and her
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217
children have a drunken father? Who | Never did she wield such a widespread
can describe her sufferings when he influence. It is now acknowledged that
strikes the first cruel blow, and that by the hand that rocks the cradle rocks
the very hand pledged to protect her? the world.
Often what days of grief and nights of
anguish she spends, till her grief-rent
heart ceases to beat!
The special woman's work that as-
tonished heaven, earth, and hell, angels,
men, and devils, began in Ohio the last
week of 1873.
Woman has been the greatest suf-
ferer from this cruel, widow - making, The work was begun and is carried
orphan-making, pauper-making, misery-on by religious women, who have em-
making traffic. Is it any wonder she
now rises in her majesty, and says to
this river of fire that has rolled its
desolating streams all over our land,
"Hitherto thou shalt come, and no
further; and here shall thy proud waves
be stayed."
Think of the power of woman! Think
of the influence of woman! Think of
the women in the early ages of Chris-
tianity-of the Marys, the Marthas, the
Dorcases, the Phoebes, the Lydias, the
Priscillas, and others. Woman never
denied nor betrayed the Saviour!
"Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung,
Not she denied him with unholy tongue.
She, when apostles shrank, could dangers brave;
Last at the cross, and earliest at the grave."
Again, Paul says," Help those women
who labor with me in the Gospel, whose
names are in the book of life." Very
early the help of women was recognized.
As early as 1834, before the Congres-
sional Temperance Society, that pure
patriot and noble man, Theodore Fre-
linghuysen, then a senator from New
Jersey, offered and discussed this re-
solution:
ployed prayers and tears and love.
Their struggles and their triumphs have
gone on telegraph wires, and appeared
in the columns of our newspapers. The
closing of hundreds of saloons, the
abandoning by many rumsellers of their
unholy traffic-these are some of the
results of the woman's crusade.
was not confined to Ohio; it roused the
women in many States, inspiring the
feeble with strength and the timid with
courage.
It
This led to the formation of a National
Temperance Woman's League, and
then to a Woman's National Tempe-
rance Convention. This was organized
and held at Cleveland, Ohio, Novem-
ber 18, 1874. The convention was
largely attended, and by some of the
noblest women in America.*
They did their work in a business-
like manner, while the lords of creation
were outsiders looking on. The gifted
Mrs. Jennie F. Willing was president,
and the mild but firm Mrs. Mary E.
Johnson, of Brooklyn, secretary. These
honorable women, not a few, adopted a
constitution, made excellent addresses,
passed strong resolutions, and elected
that excellent woman, speaker, author,
writer, Mrs. Anna Wittenmyer, of
Philadelphia, president. She said
she had faith in God and in women."
Success to the women in their angel-like
and heaven-approved work!
Resolved, That the influence of wo-
man is essential to the triumph of every
great and good cause; and should that
influence which God hath graciously
given her be universally and persever-
ingly exerted in favor of the temperance
reformation, its triumphs must be cer-
tain and complete, and its blessings,
We are thankful for what the women
while richly enjoyed by herself and have already accomplished through the
those whom she loves, would be ex-blessing of heaven; and trust they will
tended to all people and perpetuated
to all ages."
Noble sentiments, offered by a noble
man! It, however, calculated on her
quiet influence. In 1852, at the World's
Convention, held in New York, there
was great agitation because women
were not recognized; therefore it was,
by way of ridicule, called "half the
world's convention."
But the world has mightily advanced
since that time. Never did woman
Occupy the position she docs to-day.
not relax their efforts till the last
wretched abode is made happy, till the
fires of the last distillery have gone out;
till the last liquor-dealer has abandoned
his wretched business, and the last
drunkard is reclaimed; till earth shall
be as free from the curse as heaven
is, and the temperance cause finally
triumph everywhere, and the sun of
heaven shine on a sober world!
For particulars see "The Woman's Tempe-
rance Crusade," by Rev. W. C. Steele, National
Temperance Society and Publication House.
218
TEMPERANCE CYCLOPÆDIA.
National Prohibition.
The National Temperance Society is- | try, a large number of churches and
sued petitions in 1874, asking for the clergymen, and by citizens generally.
prohibition of the manufacture, importa- Bills for the same purpose were in-
tion, and sale of all alcoholic beverages troduced in the United States Senate,
in the District of Columbia and the Ter- applicable to the District of Colum-
ritories of the United States, under the bia and the Territories, at the request
immediate jurisdiction of the National of the Society, by Senator Wright of
Government. These petitions were very Iowa, read twice by their titles, print-
extensively endorsed by temperance ed, and referred to the Committee on
organizations throughout the coun- Finance.
The Veto of Hon. Horatio Seymour.
UNCONSTITUTIONALITY OF A PROHI-
BITORY LAW.
The prohibition of the liquor-traffic
has attracted much attention and dis-
cussion and legislative action for years.
The Maine prohibitory law, under the
leadership of Neal Dow, was passed
in May, 1851, approved by the gov-
ernor June 2, and was set in operation
July 4, 1851. The Metropolitan So-
ciety of New York City for the Pro-
tection of Private and Constitutional
Rights says it was set in operation on
that day in "triumphant mockery"; that
it was a desecration of the anniversary
of freedom."
NEW YORK PROHIBITORY LAW.
After years of struggle this law was
passed by the legislature March 9, 1854.
There was great joy throughout the
State, and the voice of melody and
thanksgiving were heard all over the
valleys and hills of the Empire State.
Congratulatory meetings were held;
but in less than a month their joy was
turned into sadness. March 31, 1854,
Governor Horatio Seymour vetoed the
bill. The veto is very lengthy. He said:
"I cannot sign the bill, for I believe
its provisions are calculated to in-
jure the cause of temperance and
impair the welfare of the State." Again
he says: "All experience shows that
temperance, like other virtues, is not
produced by law-makers, but by the
influence of morality, education, and
religion. I regard intemperance as
a fruitful source of degradation and
misery. After long and earnest re-
flection, I am satisfied reliance can-
not be placed upon prohibitory laws
to eradicate these evils. Men may be
persuaded, they cannot be compelled, to
adopt habits of temperance." This de-
There
lighted liquor-sellers and drunkards,
and a general jubilee was held all over
the land, while the friends of tempe-
rance mourned. They were not dis-
couraged, but nominated for governor,
and triumphantly elected, Myron H.
Clark. The issues were fully understood;
there was a fair fight, and victory perched
upon the temperance banner.
were three candidates in the field.
Daniel S. Dickinson thus designated
them : "Green C. Bronson and good
rum, Horatio Seymour and bad rum,
Myron H. Clark and no rum at all."
The people vetoed Horatio Seymour,
rejected Bronson, and elected Myron
H. Clark. It was a grand triumph, a
perfect Waterloo defeat. They also
had a large majority of temperance men
in the legislature. Another prohibitory
law was passed and approved by
Governor Clark, April 11, 1855. This
did not please the "Metropolitan So-
ciety for the Protection of Private and
Constitution al Rights," which was form-
ed in New York City, composed of
liquor-dealers-men who had acquired
wealth by that business. They sent
out a pamphlet with this title: "The
Unconstitutionality of the Prohibitory
Liquor-Law, Confirmed by the Opin-
ions of Governor Seymour, James W.
Gerard, Samuel Beardsley, Daniel Lord,
D. D. Barnard, George Wood, Green
C. Bronson, James R. Whiting,
Robert J. Dillon, A. Oakey Hall,
Nicholas Hill, Jr., Harrison Gray Otis,
Rufus Choate, and others, and the de-
cision of the Supreme Court of the
Second Judicial District of the State of
New York, and the Hon. James M.
Smith, Jr., Recorder of the City of
New York." This was in 1855. In the
introduction it says: "The secret so-
cieties and zealots redoubled their
TEMPERANCE CYCLOPÆDIA
219
46
""
efforts. They made bargains and coali-
tions, and the law was again passed."
They speak of 'organized societies
under the titles of "Sons of Temperance,"
"Rechabites," "Templars of Honor."
Their number prompted the ambition of
unscrupulous men, who saw in their
secret order the means of a strong poli-
tical party, by means of which they
might advance to place and power.
But the mistakes in their legal handi-
work can never be better demonstrated
than in the contents of this volume. It
will be shown here how greatly this pro-
hibitory law contradicts the spirit of the
common law and the individual rights
secured by Magna Charta; how re-
pugnant it is to the plain provisions of
the Constitution, and what a violation of
common decency on the part of those
who perpetrated this tyrannical act.
The executive committee who sent out
the document consisted of the following
liquor-dealers: P. W. Engs, Abraham
Binninger, Charles A. Stetson, S. A.
Cousins, T. J. Bayaud, M. S. Corwin,
John P. Treadwell, John W. Whitlock,
Joel Concklin, John Baker, H. Snyder.
In their introduction they thus con-
clude: "While we commend the read-
ing of these papers to the importers,
manufacturers, and venders of liquors,
wines, and malt beverages, we are de-
sirous that they should be also in the
hands of others who are not led away
by infuriated fanaticism, and especially
that they may meet the eye of gentlemen
of the law, in all parts of our interior,
where the infamous principles of a
Maine Law find some Neal Dow or
a Myron H. Clark to give them impulse.
It is our ambition to defeat these ene-
mies of constitutional right everywhere,
and we hope we are doing something
towards it by this publication."
The prohibitory law was pronounced
"unconstitutional." Thousands of dol-
lars were paid for legal opinions on the
subject.
Twenty years have rolled away since,
and no prohibitory law in this State.
There are those who hope on and hope
ever, whose motto is "Never despair,"
who are confidently struggling for it,
and who exclaim, "Prohibition now and
prohibition for ever."
:
Small-Beer Calculation.
Take a very moderate man as a sam-
ple. Assume that he drinks every day
one glass of ale at ten cents, and four
glasses of whiskey at fifteen. That
amounts to seventy cents a day, which
makes four dollars and ninety cents a
week. Multiply by four, and you have
nineteen dollars and sixty cents a
month; which comes, you know, to
two hundred and thirty-five dollars and
twenty cents a year. Thus, if the man
who had carried on at this rate for ten
years had all his liquor-money back,
his pocket would be inflated to the tune
of twenty-three hundred and fifty-two
dollars. This is only a small-beer cal-
culation; but think of the men who
spend five times this amount in li-
quors, and remember that their name is
legion.
Rum, Ministers, Tobacco, and Dogs.
We invite the attention of thoughtful | Fees of Litigation....
people to the following very significant,
if not at all creditable, national statistics,
presented in a late number of the South
ern Presbyterian Review:
•
$35,000,000
50,000,000
Cost of Tobacco and Cigars 610,000,000
Importation of Liquor..
Support of Grog-Shops... 1,500,000,000
Whole Cost of Liquor.. 2,200,000,000
And these are the facts in this 'enlight-
ened' nineteenth century and in these
United States! One might infer from
them that we are fast becoming, if not
already, a nation of drunkards. And
then consider this country's estimate of
the Gospel ministry, the ministers of
$6,000,000 all denominations costing a sum less
70,000,000 by millions than the very dogs of the
12,000,000 land!",
"The Government statistics for 1871
may well cause every honorable man
to hang his head with shame, and may
well fill every patriot's heart with alarm.
They are as follows. Let them be pon-
dered by every lover of his country;
Salaries of all ministers of
the Gospel.
Cost of Dogs.
Support of Criminals..
220
TEMPERANCE CYCLOPÆDIA.
•
Average
•
9. Port.
Very Curious Table for the Curious to Examine.
The following is Brande's table, show- | 26. Vidonia.
ing the proportion of alcohol in dis- 27. Alba Flora.
tilled and fermented liquors. Propor- 28. Malaga.
tion of spirit per cent. by measure:
1. Brandy...
2. Rum.
3. Gin...
4. Scotch whiskey
5. Irish
6. Lissa...
Average.
7. Raisin wine.
Average
8. Marsala.
• •
•
•
29. White Hermitage..
53.39 30. Rousillon
·
53.68
•
51.60
Average
•
54.32 31. Claret..
•
53.90
26.47
•
24.35
•
•
25.41
•
"
Average
26.40 32. Zante...
25.77 33. Malmsey Madeira.
23.20 34. Lunel...
25.12 35. Sheraaz.
26.03 36. Syracuse.
•
•
25.05 37. Sauterne.
25.09 38. Burgundy.
•
19.25
•
17.26
17.26
·
17.43
19.00
·
17.26
18.13
17.11
16.32
•
14.08
•
12.91
•
15.10
17.05
16.40
15.52
15.52
15.28
•
14.22
16.60
•
25.83
15.22
24.29
14.53
23.7I
11,95
23.39
Average.
14.57
66
22.30 39. Hock..
14.37
21.40
13.00
•
19.00
(old in cask)
8.88
Average
10. Madeira..
("
•
(Sercial)
Average.
11. Currant wine.
12. Sherry.
46
((
Average
13. Teneriffe.
14. Colares..
•
•
• •
15. Lachryma Christi.
16. Constantia, white..
17.
18. Lisbon..
19. Malaga
• •
20. Bucellas..
•
21. Red Madeira.
"
Average.
•
22. Cape Muscat.
23. Cape Madeira.
22.96
Average.
12.08
•
24.42 40. Nice...
14.63
22.27
20.55
19.81
19.83
23.93 41. Barsac.
21.40 42. Tent.
•
19.24 43. Champagne (still).
(sparkling)
(red).
13.86
•
13.30
•
13.30
12.80
•
•
12.56
"
11.30
Average.
12.61
19.17
19.79
18.79 44. Red Hermitage.
18.25 45. Vin de Grave.
Average.
12.32
•
13.94
12.80
..
•
13.37
•
19.75 46. Frontignac (Rivesalte).
19.70 47. Côte Rotie..
•
12.79
•
12.32
red.
• •
•
18.94
18.94
manufacturer.
18.49 50. Tokay..
•
22.30 51. Elder wine.
•
19.75 48. Gooseberry wine.
• •
18.92 49. Orange wine-average of six
samples made by a London
11.84
"(
Average
24. Grape wine.
25. Calcavella.
Average.
•
11.26
•
9.88
8.79
18.40 52. Cider, highest average.
20.35
18.25 53. Perry, average of four samples
9.87
lowest
5.21
7.26
•
•
22.94 54. Mead.
•
20.50 55. Ale (Burton).
18.11
•
(Edinburgh)..
"
20.5I
18.11
•
19 20 56.
Brown Stout.
•
7.32
8.88
6.20
(Dorchester, England).
Average.
18.10 57. London Porter (average)..
••
5.56
6.87
6.80
4.20
18.65
small beer (average).
1.28
TEMPERANCE CYCLOPÆDIA.
221
Unfermented Wine.
The Journal of Applied Chemistry for
November, 1874, one of our ablest scien-
tific monthlies, gives the following in
relation to unfermented wine, which we
commend to the consideration of those
members of Christian churches still
accustomed to the use of alcoholic wine
at the communion service :
"In order to prepare it, the grapes
should be allowed to thoroughly ripen.
They are then picked, and the stems
and all green and rotten grapes remov-
ed. The grapes are then crushed and
pressed in the usual manner. The juice
may be put directly into bottles, or it
may be first concentrated somewhat by
boiling, and then bottled. In either
case the bottles are put into hot water,
and brought to the boiling-point, where
they are maintained for half an hour. At
the end of this time remove them from
the fire, and cork them tightly while still
hot, wiring in the corks. Then replace
them, and continue the boiling another
hour. Glass bottles are better for this
purpose than tin cans, though the latter
may be used. An analysis of a speci-
men prepared in New Jersey gave the
following result:
Alcohol...
Sugar and extract..
Ash
Water.
•
none.
23.00
.40
76.60
100.00
This had probably been concentrated
somewhat before bottling. The flavor
was fine. Some acid tartrate of potas-
sium had crystallized out."
The Lessened Mortality of Teetotalers.
In the "United Kingdom Temperance
and General Provident Institution" of
London, one of the largest, soundest,
and wealthiest mutual life insurance
organizations in the Old World, the
mortality and death claims amongst its
teetotal and moderate-drinking lives,
according to the report of the company's
actuary, made to the thirty-second annual
meeting of the members, were as fol-
lows:
TEETOTAL LIVES.
Calculated deaths by the Carlisle
tables...
Actual deaths during the year..
MODERATE DRINKERS' LIVES.
Calculated deaths by Carlisle tables 244
Actual deaths for the year.
•
282
In excess of calculated death-rate 38
In excess of the teetotal death-
rate.
Claims according to Carlisle
tables..
Actual claims.
In excess of calculated
claims....
•
122
$244,415
252,875
$8,400
137
In excess of teetotal rate of
•
90
claims..
130,845
Difference in favor of temperance..
Claims according to Carlisle
tables..
Actual claims.
•
The contrast between the lessened
47 death-rate of teetotalers and the exces-
sive mortality of moderate drinkers, as
$130,240 set forth by these mathematical calcula-
65,025 tions and experiences, is something
which ought to startle moderate
Saved by teetotalism.
$65,215 drinkers.
Wonderful Estimate Concerning Rum-Sellers and Rum-Drinkers,
There is a sufficient quantity of fer-
mented and distilled liquor used in the
United States, in one year, to fill a canal
four feet deep, fourteen feet wide, and
one hundred and twenty miles in length.
The liquor-saloons and hotels of New
York City, if placed in opposite rows,
would make a street like Broadway,
eleven miles in length. The places
where intoxicating drinks are made and
sold in this country, if placed in rows in
direct lines, would make a street one
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See the great
hundred miles in length. If the victims | the earth is stained with the blood shed
of the rum-traffic were there also, we by drunken assassins.
should see a suicide at every mile, and army of inebriates, more than half a
a thousand funerals a day. If the drun- million strong, marching on to sure and
kards of America could be placed in swift destruction-filing off rapidly into
procession, five abreast, they would poorhouses and prisons and up to the
make an army one hundred miles in scaffold, and yet the ranks are constantly
length. What an army of victims! filled by the moderate drinkers. Who
Every hour in the night the heavens can compute the fortunes squandered,
are lighted with the incendiary torch of the hopes crushed, the hearts broken, the
the drunkard. Every hour in the day homes made desolate by drunkenness?
Spontaneous Combustion of Drunkards.
When Kittredge published his first which the flame was instantly extin-
address, which electrified the nation, guished.
his introduction of a case of combustion.
was almost universally regretted. It
was so new, and appeared so incredible,
that scarce any one was found ready to
believe or sustain it, while every moder-
ate and immoderate drinker of alcohol
from Georgia to Maine, and every manu-
facturer and vender of intoxicating
drinks, laid hold of it as effectually to
counteract and destroy all the influence
which that most thrilling address was
calculated to produce. But now these
cases have multiplied so much, and been
so well attested, that few are disposed
to call them in question. Doctor Peter
Schofield, of Upper Canada, gives the
following case, a terrible monition to all
drunkards:
"It was the case of a young man
about twenty-five years of age; he had
been an habitual drinker for many years.
I saw him about nine o'clock in the
evening on which it happened. He was
then, as usual, not drunk, but full of
liquor. About eleven the same evening
I was called to see him. I found him
literally roasted from the crown of his
head to the soles of his feet. He was
found in a blacksmith's shop just across
the way from where he had been. The
owner all of a sudden discovered an ex-
tensive light in his shop, as though the
whole building was in one general
flame. He ran with the greatest pre-
cipitancy, and on flinging open the door
discovered a man standing erect in the
midst of a widely-extended, silver-
colored blaze, bearing, as he described
it, exactly the appearance of the wick of
a burning candle in the midst of its own
flame. He seized him by the shoul-
der, and jerked him to the door, upon
"There was no fire in the shop, neith-
er was there any possibility of fire hav-
ing been communicated to him from
any external source. It was purely a
case of spontaneous ignition. A gene-
ral sloughing came on, and his flesh was
consumed, or removed in the dressing,
leaving the bones and a few of the
larger blood-vessels standing. The
blood, nevertheless, rallied around the
heart, and maintained the vital spark
until the thirteenth day, when he died,
not only the most loathsome, ill-featur-
ed, and dreadful picture that was ever
presented to human view, but his
shrieks, his cries, and lamentations
were enough to rend a heart of adamant.
He complained of no pain of body; his
flesh was gone. He said he was suffer-
ing the torments of hell; that he was
just upon its threshold, and should
soon enter its dismal caverns; and in
this frame of mind gave up the ghost.
Oh! the death of a drunkard. Well
may it be said to beggar all description.
I have seen other drunkards die, but
never in a manner so awful and affect-
ing. They usually go off senseless and
| stupid as it regards a future state!"
In all such cases Professor Silliman
remarks:
"The entire body, having become
saturated with alcohol absorbed into all
its tissues, becomes highly inflammable,
as indicated by the vapor which reeks
from the breath and lungs of a drunk-
ard; this vapor, doubtless highly alco-
holic, may take fire, and then the body
slowly consume."
As a valuable document we present
from Dr. Lindsley's prize essay the fol-
lowing table:
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LIGHTEEN EXAMPLES OF THE PRINCIPAL CASES OF SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION FROM THE DICTIONNAIRE DE MEDECINE,

Works in
which they]
Time Age
No.
By Whom
Combustion Complete
Immediate Cause
are Reported
Actes
I
hague.
de Copen- Jacobœus.
1692
Blanchinde Ve-
2 Annual Register.
1763 62
rone.
Except a part of the skull and the
last joints of the fingers.
Except the skull, a part of the
face, and three fingers.
A lamp.
3 Annual Register.
Wilmer.
4 Ency. Method.
5 Acta Medica.
50 Except the thigh and one leg.
50 Except a few bones.
Except the skull and fingers.
Habit of Life
Situation of the Remains
Abuse of spirits for three Upon a chair.
years.
Frequent fomentations
camphorated spirits.
of
Upon the floor.
A light upon a chair Having drunk for a length of Upon the floor near the
near the bed.
time a pint of rum daily.
Habitually drunken.
She drank brandy as her
only drink.
Except a part of the head and A pipe which she was A drunkard.
limbs.
bed.
Near the chimney.
Upon the hearth.
Mem.
6
upon spon- Lecat.
taneous combus.
1744 60
smoking.
7
Ibid.
Ibid.
1745
Ibid.
A fire.
Habitually drunken.
8
Ibid.
Ibid.
1749 80 Except a black skeleton.
Fire of the hearth.
Drinking brandy only for Sitting upon a chair be-
many years.
fore the fire.
9
Journal de Méde-
cine.
1779
Except a few bones, a hand, and A foot-stove under her
a foot.
A drunkard.
feet.
ΙΟ
Ibid.
1782 60
Ibid.
A fire of the hearth.
Ibid.
Upon the hearth.
Ir Revue Médicale.
Julia Fontenelle.
1820
90
Except the skull and a portion of
skin.
Abuse of wine and eau de
A candle.
In bed.
12
Ibid.
Ibid.
1830 66 Except the right leg.
Ibid.
Cologne.
Ibid.
13
Gen. Wm. Kep-
land.
very
old Except a few parts of the body.
A lighted pipe.
14
Journal de Florence.
Joseph Battay-
lia.
1786
15
Revue Médicale.
Robertson.
1799
The skin of the right arm and of
the right thigh were burned.
Combustion incomplete.
A lamp.
In the same bed: these
two burned together.
Upon the floor.
Upon the floor; he lived
four days.
16
Ibid.
M. Marchand.
Hand and thigh only burned.
Abuse of brandy.
Upon a bench.
Cured.
47
Journal
Hamp.
Hosp.
17
One finger of the right hand
burned.
A candle.
Cured.
18
Alph. Devengee. 1829 51
Dic. de Méd.
The muscles of the trunk, thighs, A foot-stove.
and superior extremities burned.
Combustion almost general.
Abuse of spirits.
Upon a chair.
A foot-stove.
Ibid.
Upon the floor.

ROLL OF HONOR:
HEROES OF TEMPERANCE.
ALL nations have held in honor the
names and deeds of the illustrious dead.
This should be the case with prominent
pioneers and laborers in the temperance
reformation. The heroes who have fall-
en covered with scars and loaded with
honors they should be embalmed in
history, and their names written high on
the pillar of fame. Our volume would
be incomplete without such a record.
There were some of the most splen-
did men in America, as well as those of
more humble talent, who were pioneers
in this work. Among them were states-
men, governors, presidents of colleges,
men of profound learning, eminent di-
vines, splendid lawyers, and physicians
at the head of their profession. These
were immortal names, not born to die.
I can notice but a few of them, and I
have space only to give a mere skeleton,
the merest outlines. How I wish I had
space to fill up and complete their por-
traits! Some of them I have named in
the earlier part of the volume. I shall
do it alphabetically, keeping up the form
of the cyclopædia.
William A. Alcott, M.D.
a
He has an extensive reputation as an
author and writer. He was of Boston,
author of "The Young Man's Guide,"
and editor of Moral Reformer, Par-
ley's Magazine, etc., etc. He was
man of feeble health, but of indomitable
will and untiring industry. He rose
at three o'clock in the morning all the
year round, and began his work while
others were sleeping. His health was
so feeble he formerly considered stimu-
lus necessary.
At twenty-eight he
abandoned strong drink, and afterwards
cider. He said, "I have lost nothing by
my temperance, but have gained im-
mensely-a species of property, too,
which worlds of extraordinary stimulus
would not induce me to part with."
Early he became a "living epistle" of
temperance.
Hon. Stevenson Archer.
He was chief-justice of the State of
Maryland. Judge Archer was the presi-
dent of the State Temperance Society.
He was always at its meetings. His ad-
dresses were full of wisdom.
He gave
the cause his countenance and support;
and the genius of temperance must
have wept when he fell at his post, in
1848.
Rev. Lebbeus Armstrong
Was a tall man with a large head, a
good hater of all he considered wrong,
author of several works, among others
one on the temperance reformation. He
will be remembered as a pioneer in the
great work, and as one of the founders
of the first temperance society in
America, and that as carly as 1808.
Rev. Robert Baird, D.D.
He was the great European traveller
with a world renown. He visited most
of, if not all, the crowned heads of
Europe, and accomplished a great work
for temperance. He attended a number
of national temperance meetings, and
did immense good in Prussia, Sweden,
Norway, and other places, and pleaded
with great success the cause of tempe-
rance. This he did as early as 1846
and at subsequent visits.
Mathias W. Baldwin,
Of Philadelphia, one of the vice-presi-
dents of the National Temperance So-
ciety, was carried to his grave on the
13th October, 1866, followed by a great
concourse of his fellow-citizens, and by
one thousand laborers in his immense
locomotivc-works.
Mr. Baldwin's loss to the churches
and benevolent enterprises of Philadel
phia is almost irreparable. He gave tens
of thousands to charity every year. He
was one of the earliest donors to the
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National Temperance Society; and at
the meeting of the Board of Managers
the following resolution was unani-
mously passed, on motion of Rev. T. L.
Cuyler:
"Resolved, That we sincerely mourn
the decease of our honored and beloved
co-worker, M. W. Baldwin, Esq., of
Philadelphia. We commend his piety,
his patriotism, and his untiring philan-
thropy to all of his countrymen."
Rev. Lyman Beecher, D.D.
He was an old temperance hero, who
dealt out tremendous blows against the
enemy, and to this day his six sermons
on intemperance, preached in 1826, have
never been surpassed. He was the
father of temperance heroes and hero-
ines. Besides his sons, his daughters,
and especially Mrs. Harriet Beecher
Stowe, the celebrated authoress, did
much to advance the cause by her grace-
ful pen.
The Rev. Albert Barnes
Was an early champion of temperance.
Forty-five years ago he was foremost
in the ranks. He was an able divine,
a splendid commentator, but we notice
him here chiefly as a temperance hero.
The subject was unpopular when he
espoused it, and he endured some
persecution. His tract on "The Traffic
in Ardent Spirits" was very able,
abounding in startling facts and thrilling
appeals, and did much good. His
powerful sermon on "The Throne of
Iniquity" was a masterpiece, and by
request was repeated in England. He
was born in Rome, N. Y., in 1798, and
died in 1871; but, though dead, he yet
speaks against the traffic in broken
hearts, and broken hopes, and broken
constitutions.
Hon. Benjamin F. Butler.
He
Rev. Henry B. Bascom, D.D.,
Was a man, as far as talents and elo-
quence are concerned, head and shoul-
ders above many of his fellows.
thrilled, captivated, and carried away
vast audiences on the subject of tem-
perance.
His report on the subject before the
General Conference of the Methodist
Episcopal Church in 1832 was logic on
fire. It was a tremendous appeal, and
it stirred the whole church. We wonder
not that it was published in tract-form,
and has been circulated all over the
land like the leaves of autumn. He
was chaplain to Congress,and afterwards
Bishop of the Southern Methodist Epis-
copal Church.
Hon. George N. Briggs
Was one of the truest, purest, firmest
men Massachusetts ever produced. He
was elevated to honor as Governor of
the State and member of Congress;
everywhere honored and ever true to his
temperance principles. In him were
blended the gentleness of the lamb and
the boldness of the lion.
William H. Burleigh, Esq.
܀
His is a name immortal in the tempe-
rance ranks. As editor, poet, orator,
he accomplished wonders. I heard him
in Tripler Hall, New York, deliver to
thousands one of the most surpassingly
beautiful, eloquent, pathetic addresses
I ever heard from the lips of man.
He was the uncompromising enemy of
slavery and intemperance.
He was employed for a while by the
New York State Temperance Society in
New York as lecturer, editor, and cor-
responding secretary.
A part of the
time he resided at Albany, and edited
the Prohibitionist.
His poetic powers he consecrated to
temperance. Years ago he wrote his
Mr. Butler was a distinguished law-“Devil and Grogseller," which was the
yer of New York City, a tall, splendid-basis of his "Rum Fiend."
Icoking man, with his countenance
beaming with intelligence. I heard him
Thurlow Weed Brown
deliver, in Broadway Tabernacle, a Died on the 4th of May, 1866, at his
in Wisconsin. He was for
Fourth of July oration on temperance home
before a great host of Washingtonians many years editor of the Cayuga
in 1842.
In 1834 he was Attorney-Chief, at Auburn, N. Y., and late
General of the United States. He de- editor of the Wisconsin Chief, at Fort
clared that temperance associations Atkinson. Tens of thousands will drop
deserved to be ranked among the most a tear in memory of this good and true
useful and glorious institutions of the man, who has been called to lay his
armor by in the prime of his manhood.
agc.
226
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Mr. Brown was for years one of the
most earnest, brilliant, eloquent, and
effective advocates of the temperance re-
form both with pen and voice.
His style, both in speaking and writ-
ing, was peculiar and impressive in the
highest degree. Some years ago he
published a volume, entitled Hearth.
side Musings," which is full of gems of
rare beauty, both in thought and expres
sion.
His temperament was eminently
poetic, and he has written some most
exquisite verses.
Rev. Stephen D. Brown, D.D.,
Was a sterling temperance man. He
pleaded with wonderful power its claims
both in the pulpit and on the platform.
He was presiding elder of the New
York District of the Methodist Epis-
copal Church, and fell suddenly at his
post, February 19, 1875, leaving behind
him a splendid example and a name
worth more than gold.
York, where he died, his name is perpe-
tuated by a division of the Sons of
Temperance which bears the honored
name of "The Billy J. Clarke Divi-
sion."
Judge William Cranch,
Of Washington, was another tempe-
rance hero, and he did good execution
with his terrible statistics of the effects
of rum and the rum-traffic.
In speaking of the sale he says: "It
is a violation of the divine command,
Thou shalt not kill.' I know the
cup is poisoned. I know it may cause
death; I know it may cause more than
death; it may lead to ruin, to sin, to
the tortures of everlasting remorse.
Am I not a murderer? Worse than a
murderer-as much worse as the soul is
better than the body." This was strong
meat-none too strong.
Mathew Carey, Esq.
Mr. Carey was a genuine temperance
Hon. William A. Buckingham. man, and, when venerable for years as
Few men have had the confidence of well as long services, maintained his in-
the people more than he. For seven
tegrity to the last, leaving a fragrant
He had the distin-
terms he was elected Governor of Con- name behind him.
necticut, and when he died was United guished honor of being the first president
States Senator. As a temperance man
of the State Temperance Society of Penn-
he was in the foremost ranks, and has a sylvania. He has had a number of illus-
splendid record. He was first Vice-trious successors, who have caught his
President of the National Temperance
Society. A bright temperance light
has been extinguished; a great and good
man has fallen,
Hon. Lewis Cass.
mantle.
Davis W. Clarke, D.D.,
Was one of the bishops of the Me-
thodist Episcopal Church.
He was
abundant in labors, a firm advocate of
His name is well known in the annals temperance, and for years one of the
of his country.
He was a practical temperance man;
though much exposed in his early days
he never tasted of ardent spirits.
He was, when Secretary of War, first
President of the American Congres-
sional Society, formed 1833, and through
his influence ardent spirits were banish-
ed from the navy, which was an im-
portant event in the history of the
nation.
Dr. Billy J. Clarke
Deserves a record as one of the found-
ers of the first temperance society.
Twice I met the simple-hearted, good
old man at temperance meetings, as
the shadows of the evening were gather- |
ing around him. At Glenn's Falls, New
vice-presidents of the National Tempe-
rance Society. When he died in Cin-
cinnati, loaded with honors and covered
with scars, the Society lost a friend, and
temperance one of its warmest advo-
cates.
J. Henry Clarke, M.D.,
Was a son of that wonderful preacher,
Rev. Daniel A. Clarke, brother of Ho-
race F. Clarke, and Thomas M. Clarke,
Bishop of Rhode Island. Mr. Clarke re-
sided in Newark, N. J., was a practising
physician, but he devoted much time to
temperance. He was an author of some
celebrity, and he wrote a prize essay on
temperance that will long outlive the
author. He was a good soldier, and I
have often fought side by side with him
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or not.
the battles of temperance. In New Jer
sey one year they gave us "local op
tion."
They could say in every town
and city whether liquor should be sold
Dr. Clarke fought like a hero.
Victory perched upon the temperance
banner in every ward in Newark, stud-
ed with grog-shops and lager-beer
saloons. They said no liquor should be
sold. We held a congratulatory meet-
ing. The doctor was secretary. But
scarcely was the song of joy and shout
of triumph heard before the next legis-
lature, in their assembled wisdom, pro-
nounced it "unconstitutional."
Rev. Nelson E. Cobleigh
Recently passed away. He was a tem-
perance man, true as steel. Being an
editor, he employed his pen in advanc-
ing the cause. He was one of the
Board of Managers of the National
Temperance Society at its organization,
and continued so for years till he re-
moved South. I had an interview with
him in New York the last time he visit-
ed it. A few days after I heard my
friend was dead.
General John H. Cocke.
Virginia has not only furnished patri-
ots, statesmen, presidents, but also some
pure temperance men; among whom
were Governor Gilmer, whom we have
named, and others; but General Cocke
was one of the purest and most influen-
tial men-the President of the American
Temperance Union. He was a strong
man, the friend and correspondent of Ed-
ward C. Delavan. He pronounces "the
alcoholic invention of man the most
prolific source of evil upon earth," and
temperance the greatest moral revo-
lution of the age." He was a strong op-
poser of the use of intoxicating wine at
the communion, and went in for the
"fruit of the vine."
"}
Professor Merritt Caldwell,
Of Dickinson College, was an able ad-
vocate and an unyielding champion of
temperance. Days and nights he de-
voted to it, and it was supposed he fell
a martyr to it. He fell early. His death
was like a translation. He said to his
wife when he was dying, "Don't go to
my grave in the winter; don't go in the
storm. Go in the spring, go in the sun-
shine, go when the birds sing, go when
the flowers bloom."
Rev. Calvin Chapin, D.D.,
Of Wethersfield, Conn., published in
the Connecticut Observer, thirty-three
numbers, beginning January 16, 1826,
entitled
"The Infallible Remedy."
His motto was, "Entire abstinence from
ardent spirits is the only certain pre-
ventive of intemperance." He had
practised it for years, and urged it as a
duty upon all men. They were ably
written, and did much good.
Rev. William Cravens.
He was a most remarkable man for
weight, weighing 270 pounds; for
strength, he was as strong as Samson;
for courage, he never knew what fear
meant, unless he read it in the dic-
tionary, and forgot it as soon as he
closed the book. He was remarkable
for his hatred to intemperance and its
causes. He was a pioneer of tempe-
rance in Virginia, and in Indiana when
the country was new.
They distilled a great deal in Vir-
ginia. At distillers he aimed his heavi-
est guns, and some of them were
members of the church. He called the
distillery their " copper-headed god."
He would describe the devout attitude
of his worshippers, their humility-
sometimes on their knees, and then flat
on the ground, worshipping their idol—
and the length of time they would con-
tinue their devotions, so drunk they
could not rise. It was irony cqual to
Elijah's. Judge Allen heard him
the Sins of the Still." He was an ex-
"On
tensive distiller. He was at first offend-
ed, then he weighed his arguments, and
said, "Mr. Cravens is right, and I am
wrong; I will distil no more."
distillery was converted into a house of
worship.
The
At Chillicothe Mr. Cravens enquired,
"What difference is there between a
regular dram-drinker and a full-grown
drunkard?" Said he, "I'll tell you :
there is just as much difference as there
is between a pig and a hog.
Silas Conduit, M.D.,
Resided in Jersey City.
He was a
most genial man, an ardent friend of the
temperance cause, and a diligent worker.
He rose to the highest position among
the "Sons of Temperance."
ranged the plan and presided at the in-
auguration of the "Sands Monument."
Dr. Conduit did a noble work for the
He ar-
228
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cause.
He fell suddenly, but he will
long be remembered for his noble deeds
and his work of love.
Rev. Spencer H. Cone, D.D.,
Was a Baptist minister in the city of
New York, who stood for years almost
unequalled among his brethren as a
pulpit orator.
He was formerly a play-
actor. He was a noble champion for
temperance. It is a singular fact that
Dr. Milner, Dr. S. H. Cox, and Mr.
Cone met in Philadelphia when young
at a theatre; when they met next, they
were clergymen-Milner an Episco-
palian, Cox a Presbyterian, and Cone
a Baptist. They were all splendid tem-
perance men. His biographer says:
"Dr. Milner remained to the end a
warm friend of the temperance cause."
Rev. William Ellery Channing, D.D.,
Unitarian minister of Boston, was a
polished writer, an eloquent preacher, a
distinguished divine, and an early and
earnest temperance advocate.
Hon. David Daggett.
I well remember the judge. He was
a very dignified gentleman, residing in
New Haven, with his powdered head
and his white top-boots. He was em-
phatically a gentleman of the old school,
one of the powerful men of Connecticut,
who ably advocated temperance princi-
ples. He said: "Over every grog-shop
should be written in great capitals,
'The way to hell, going down to the
chambers of death.'" Again, " In my
view the great source of intemperance
is to be found in grog-shops and tippling-
houses-those outer chambers of hell.
When public opinion shall place those
who furnish it on a level with thieves
and counterfeiters, then, and not till
then, may we expect to see our land
then, may we expect to see our land
purified from this abomination."
Rev. Austin Dickinson
Was editor of the National Preacher,
and he did a good work in carly send-
ing out a tract full of facts and figures,
and carnest appeals, and pointed Scrip-
ture quotations, entitled " Scripture
Argument for Temperance," and also
his "
Appeal to American Youth on
Temperance." This was a premium
tract. It was a powerful, pathetic appeal
well deserving a premium.
Rev. Baxter Dickinson
Was another temperance hero.
In
Newark, New Jersey, he made a tre-
mendous appeal that vibrated all over
the land. It was entitled Alarm to
Distillers and their Allies." It was
enough to have made their hair stand
veins. It was published in tract-form,
on end and their blood curdle in their
and had an immense circulation.
Rev. Israel S. Diehl
Was a man of fine culture, educated at
Dickinson College. He was an exten-
sive traveller, having visited all the
Eastern countries. He was United
States consul to Java.
He was a
splendid lecturer on Oriental countries
and customs, and a most admirable tem-
perance lecturer. He gave me some
relics from Babylon and Nineveh.
He married Mrs. Anna T. Randall in
The
1871. He died January 4, 1875.
of another of her able advocates.
genius of temperance mourns the loss
Edward C. Delavan, Esq.
He
He was a self-made man, a philan-
thropist, a Christian, and a prince in our
lifetime to this work; his pen, his ton-
temperance Israel. He devoted a long
gue, his money, his influence.
ship, and he was ready to say,
brought all on board the temperance
"Sink or
swim, live or die, survive or perish, I
His motto
am for the principles of temperance."
peaceable."
was: "First pure, then
He was involved in a lawsuit with
the brewers of Albany, and came off
triumphant. He also had a long con-
troversy concerning intoxicating wine
at the communion, and he passed
through a fiery ordeal, but came out
without the smell of fire on his gar-
ments. No man in the United States
has devoted more time and money to
stop the river of fire and death rolling
over our land than Edward C. Delavan.
He was one of the earliest, ablest,
and most influential advocates of the
principle of total abstinence. For years
he has been recognized as a leader in
the great temperance reform.
We have no space to write his bio-
graphy or give an analysis of his char-
acter.
He not only had a national reputation,
but was well known in Europe. He
had a transatlantic fame. He had letters
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229
from several crowned heads in Europe | Born July 4, 1794, he graduated at
on the subject of temperance.
Mr. Delavan furnished material con-
sisting of essays, reminiscences, etc.,
with some borrowed material, that make
quite an interesting volume. He closed
his eventful life in Schenectady, 15th of
January, 1871, aged seventy-eight years,
leaving behind him a name of more
value than great riches. He was some-
what eccentric; but there are spots on
the sun.
the early age of sixteen at the Univer-
sity of Pennsylvania, and when but
twenty-one years of age entered the
Gospel ministry, and for over half a
century lived a life of carnest devotion
to the work to which he was thus early
consecrated. Revered as his name will
ever be for what he has done for the
church of which he was a prominent
leader, the friends of temperance will
prize his memory for his devotion to
that reform. One of the first to adopt
the principles, he was the first who laid
their foundations broad and deep in the
teachings of Scripture.
To his carly
investigations of the Scripture testi-
mony on this subject are the friends of
temperance indebted for the fulness of
light with which this subject is flooded.
Among the many works he has pub-
lished, the last production of his pen
is the greatest, and destined to accom-
plish the greatest good for humanity
and the church. We refer to the work
published by the National Temperance
Belonged to the Temple of Honor, and Bible Rule of Temperance." He was a
"The
Society and Publication House,
was entrusted with their funds--a spot-lifelong advocate of the principles of
less temperance man, who left a splendid
record behind him. He was a printer,
a saint, and chaplain for the Supreme
Council of Templars of Honor.
died at Covington, Kentucky, October,
1866, aged fifty-five years.
Rev. Thomas De Witt, D.D.,
Was for a half-century well known in the
city of New York. His tall, commanding
form made him a man of mark. He was a
Dutch Reformed minister, honored and
beloved. Dr. De Witt was not only an
able minister of the New Testament,
but he held a prominent place in the
temperance ranks, being for years one
of the Executive Committee of the Na-
tional Temperance Union.
James Davison
Hon. Joshua Darling.
He
He was from the old Granite State,
and Chairman of the Executive Com-
mittee of the New Hampshire State
Temperance Society. He formerly in-
dulged in strong drink, and sold it; but
his eyes were opened to the evil of
selling and drinking, and he became
not only a total abstainer, but an active
temperance man. His ten children
followed his example, and adopted for
their motto, "Touch not, taste not,
handle not" the destroyer of our peace
here and of our hopes hereafter. No
wonder he says, "To God alone, who
is mighty and able to save, and by whom
this deliverance has been wrought
through the entire abstinence principle,
would I render all praise."
Rev. George Duffield, D.D.
Dr. Duffield was indeed a most
markable man; his name is linked with
the greatest divines of the Presbyterian
Church, of which he was a leader.
temperance, a bold champion for the
and he never turned his back to the
truth, always in the front of the battle,
enemy. He fell on the field of battle,
sword in hand. In June, 1868, while
making an address of welcome in De-
troit to the Young Men's Christian As-
sociation, he was stricken down with
paralysis, and carried home speechless,
where the old hero of a hundred battles
expired. His memory is cherished
and his name will be held in everlast-
ing remembrance for his lifetime de-
votion to the sacred cause of tempe-
rance,
Doctor Dutton
Was a Congregational minister in New
Haven, and an intimate friend of Dr.
Dr. Dutton and his
Leonard Bacon.
brother, the Governor of the State, were
both noble temperance men, who de-
serve to be enrolled among temperance
heroes.
Rev. Justin Edwards, D.D.
No man by pen and tongue did more to
re-advance the principles of temperance in
its earlier days. He was agent, corre-
sponding secretary, and editor of the
Journal of the American Temperance So-
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ciety. He wrote its earliest annual re- | it a blessed privilege to die?" He said
ports, which to-day are a mine of wealth he did, "but you must take care of the
for temperance. He formed the first cause of temperance." He had his grave
temperance society in Washington.
I heard him at the National Tempe-
rance Convention at Saratoga, in 1851,
on probihition. I remember his tall
and manly form. With very appropriate |
gestures he stretched out his hands and
arms, and said he: "These are the
'keepers of the house,' and what were
they given us for? Only to protect our-
selves with.' He thought we were not
very wise if we did not use them.
He published in 1826 "The Well-
Conducted Farm," which was extensive-
ly circulated, attracting great attention,
and accomplishing much good.
Ezra Styles Ely, D.D.,
Was for many years
a prominent
Presbyterian minister in New York and
in Philadelphia. He was a temperance
warrior, who fought many a hard-earned
battle. He was identified with the Sons
of Temperance, and fought side by side
with Philip S. White; and they not only
used their voices but their pens in
drawing pen-portraits, horribly exact,
of clergymen "who tarried long at the
wine." Dr. Ely was a man of mark,
who made an impression on the age in
which he lived, and in old age he was
fresh for the fight against man's greatest
enemy-strong drink. He wrote with
Philip S. White, in 1848, "Vindication
of the Order of the Sons of Temperance:
Embracing its Origin, Nature, Design,
Advantages, and Progress." He was
Grand Chaplain of the order in Penn-
sylvania.
Daniel Fenton, Esq.
For many years Mr. Fenton was the
chairman of the executive committee of
the State Temperance Society of New
Jersey. He resided in Trenton, and was
a publisher of books. He published
many a pure temperance document.
I knew him in age and feebleness ex-
treme. He used to call the committee
together when he was a mere skeleton.
I was at their last meeting. The tears
rolled down his furrowed cheeks when
he said he had met them for the last
time; when their next regular meeting
should take place, he would be in
Leaven. Thomas B. Seagar, cashier of
Dover Bank, called in to see him, and he
enquired: Father Fenton, do you feel'
The
dug and his tombstone erected, and on
it a hand with its finger pointing up-
ward, and this inscription surrounding
it: "There is rest in heaven."
last time he rode out he went and look-
ed into his grave, and at the tombstone
and the inscription, and went home and
died.
Rev. Wilbur Fisk, D.D.
Dr. Fisk was the most seraphic man
I ever beheld. What a preacher ! What
an advocate of temperance! In the
Methodist Church he was the pioneer,
the great standard-bearer. When others
were afraid they were going to unite
church and state, he had no fear.
He endured much opposition and
obloquy.
The editor of the Christian Advocate
took a stand against him, but it soon
changed its course.
But Dr. Fisk was also suspected of
impure motives, aims at popularity,
worldly influence, truckling to other
denominations. But none of these
He wrote, and
things moved him.
travelled, and delivered addresses, and
his work was crowned with success.
He was going to lecture in a town in
Connecticut, and he met a brother, a
member of the church, who tried to per-
suade him not to go; that the church
in that place was opposed to the tempe-
rance movement; some were engaged
in the trade of ardent spirits, and others
did not feel any necessity of agitating
the question; and that it might create a
disunion of the church. Dr. Fisk said,
Sir, if the church stands on rum, let it
go." He delivered his address, and the
church survived.
But the scene soon changed, and pre-
judice gave way, and the Methodist
Church wheeled into line, and became
an important auxiliary in the tempe-
rance army.
It is impossible to estimate the amount
of good he did to the cause of tempe-
rance.
Never can I forget Wilbur Fisk. I
have not only heard him lecture on
temperance, but he preached my ordi-
nation sermon.
He died early, at forty-seven years of
age, and on his monument are these
words: "Wilbur Fisk, S.T.D., First
President of the Wesleyan University."
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""
Hon. Theodore Frelinghuysen. not in the world. He practised tempe-
He was Chancellor of the Univer-rance, and he advocated it both by his
sity of New York, United States Sen- pen and tongue. His essays on alco-
ator from New Jersey, President of the hol and on temperance were masterly.
American Bible Society, etc. He was When he controlled its columns, the
wise and good; the Christian gentle- Tribune gave no uncertain sound.
man, the eloquent orator, and an uncom-
promising temperance man.
He says:
"If the use of ardent spirits be wrong, it
seems to be a result of inevitable deduc-
tion that the traffic is equally so.
"We owe it to our history, to our free
institutions, and above all we owe it to
Him whose benignant providence has
so richly blessed us, that we purify our
laws. Ánd if men will engage in this
destructive traffic, if they will stoop to
degrade their reason and reap the
wages of iniquity, let them no longer
have the law-book as a pillow, nor quiet
conscience by the opiate of a court-
license."
Moses Grant, Esq., of Boston.
No truer temperance man ever lived
than "Deacon Grant." I have met him
in Boston, and at Saratoga Springs at
the National Convention. Much might
be written concerning this sterling tem-
perance man; but his crowning glory,
his transcendent excellence, will be de-
rived from the fact that he was the chil-
dren's friend, and that John B. Gough's
defenceless head was covered under the
shadow of his wings. He was his friend
and patron when he was friendless, and
the name of Moses Grant will be for
ever blended with John B. Gough's,
the prince of temperance lecturers.
Mr. Gough speaks of him as the
"children's friend," and says that "to
relieve the wretched was his pride."
Hon. Felix Grundy,
United States Senator from Tennessee,
was a pure patriot, a gifted man. At
Washington he fought side by side
with Briggs and Frelinghuysen the
battles of temperance.
one.
Hon, Horace Greeley.
He came to New York, as Franklin
did to Philadelphia, a poor, friendless
He was a self-made man. I have
made addresses with him in the city
of New York and the country. He
was a most indefatigable man. He told
me that often he slept only three hours
in a night. I need not speak of him as
the greatest journalist in America, if
Hon. John W. Geary.
Ex-Governor Geary, of Pennsylvania,
was a tower of strength to the cause of
temperance, and his eminent services to
both in the Keystone State and beyond
promote its high and holy principles,
it, made him an object of admiration for
his philanthropy. He fell at his post
in 1872.
Hon. James Harper.
thers. He was a self-made man of great
He was of the firm of Harper & Bro-
business capacity, and of untiring indus-
try. He was a genial man, with great
conversational powers, the life and light
of the social circle. He was honored by
his fellow-citizens, and elected Mayor of
the city of New York, in which office he
acquitted himself nobly. For a long
lifetime he was an active temperance
man.
officer, and was called upon to preside
He was a splendid presiding
in many temperance meetings, which he
did with great honor to himself. There
was a society named after him, "The
Harper Union Daughters of Tempe-
rance." The first address of Mr. Gough,
in 1845, after he was drugged, was de-
livered before this society, and Mr.
Harper presided. They were friends
of Mr. Gough in the trying hour, and
noble ex-mayor was thrown from his
he ever felt grateful to them.
carriage in New York City, and so injur-
ed that he was taken into St. Luke's Hos-
pital, where he expired. He was beloved
and honored in life, and deeply lament-
ed in death.
The
Rev, Nathaniel Hewitt, D.D.,
Was a strong man, a giant. Never had
intemperance a greater foe, never had
temperance an abler champion. For
years he was employed as agent by the
American Temperance Union, and he
went to Europe on that mission, and
woke up great interests in England.
He was an iron man, and used sledge-
hammer logic. I knew him well, and
heard him preach often in Fairfield in
the days of my youth, and his image I
have ever carried with me.
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John H. W, Hawkins
Can never be forgotten. He was the
great apostle of Washingtonianism, and
accomplished a mighty work. His name
and fame are immortal. He was a dis-
tinguished hero.
Heman Humphreys, D.D.,
Was an early champion of temperance
who deserves to be immortalized. He
was President of Amherst College,
Mass. He was no ordinary man and
no ordinary preacher. He was early
in the temperance field. In February,
1813, he resided in Fairfield town,
and wrote a series of six numbers on
"The Causes, Progress, Effects, and Re-
medy of Intemperance in the United
States." They were published in the
Panoplist and Missionary Magazine in
Boston. They were ably written, show-
ing the hand of a master; but he was
far in advance of the age. His "Debates
of Conscience with a Distiller, a Whole-
sale Dealer, and a Retailer," is an inge-
nious production, was widely circulat-
ed, and did immense good. He says:
"As long as the monster intemperance
has a body-guard of three or four
thousand grave and disciplined legisla-
tors to defend him, how can the friends
of humanity, of morality, and religion
follow up the work they have so auspi-
ciously begun, and rid the land of his
carcass? Ah! how complacently he
sits within the lines, upon his throne
of human skeletons, quaffing blood and
tears, and delighting his ears with the
agonies that burst from ten thousand
bursting hearts every moment of every
dav and every night in the year.”
Dr. Asa Hill
Was a local preacher residing at Nor-
walk, Conn. He was a genius, an
orator, a poet, and all his talents he
consecrated to temperance and the
good of his fellow-men. He wielded a
powerful influence, and died suddenly
Thanksgiving Day, November, 1874.
Rev. J. B. Hagany, D.D.,
Methodist minister, an ardent friend
of the cause, died suddenly in New
York in 1865.
Rev. Joel Hawes, D.D.,
Of Hartford, Conn., was one of the
noble ministers who declared "that he
that striveth for the mastery is tem-
perate in all things." He was a work-
man that needed not to be ashamed.
His lectures to young men are thrilling,
and full of the best of advice. In a ser-
mon, speaking of temperance, he said:
"The cause is good-good in its princi
ples, good in its spirit, good in its meas-
ures, good in its results.' A blessing to
the church and to the world is such a
minister, who can, like the "prince of
preachers," reason of righteousness,
temperance, and the judgment to come.
S. M. Hewlett
He was a
Was very silver-tongued.
popular lecturer, who could be grave
or comic, make the audience weep or
laugh. He was about going to Europe
on a mission of temperance, when, after
a lecture at Norwalk, Conn., he died
suddenly, with inflammation of the
lungs, March 17, 1872.
Dr. Thomas Hinde
The
Was surgeon in the army of Gen.
Wolfe when he fell on the Plains of
Abraham. He early emigrated to Ken-
tucky. He was a rank infidel. The
early Methodist ministers visited that
new country, and his wife was awaken-
ed under their powerful appeals.
doctor, not liking it, put a blister-plaster
upon his wife's neck to draw the Metho-
dism out from her. The remedy not
succeeding, and beholding her lamb-
like patience, it was the means of his
awakening and of bringing him to a
knowledge of the truth. Dr. Hinde
was the first physician West that took a
bol! stand against intemperance. He
divided drunkards into three classes,
"the industrious, the lazy, and the
lounging."
Rev. Thomas Hinde,
Son of the above, was a local preacher.
He was a fine writer; his descriptive
powers were great. He was also a prom-
inent temperance man. He joined the
first temperance society he ever heard
of; it was termed a Society for the
Suppression of Vice and Immorality."
He aided in forming the Ohio State Tem-
perance Society, and formed the first
auxiliary to it.
(
Hon. George Hall.
Mr. Hall had the confidence of his
fellow-citizens, and they elected him
Mayor of Brooklyn, and he magnified
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use is
He finally abandoned the use of liquors
and wines, either as a medicine or a
beverage. He did this before the tem-
perance reformation reached him. When
sick, his temperance physician recom-
mended wine; he would not touch it,
and recovered his health without its
use.
his office. He was kind, courteous, one. Before the temperance reforma-
affable, humane; he was a natural gen- tion he had been in the habit of daily
tleman, one of the purest, firmest, no- using ardent spirits for his health, till
blest of temperance men. He was an in 1820 he read in the "Edinburgh En-
honor to his race, a blessing to the com- cyclopædia," under the article "Medi-
munity, and his name is like "ointment cine," concerning the stronger wines,
poured forth." He was at the great"We conceive their habitual
temperance banquet in 1852 at Tripler never necessary, and is generally hurt-
Hall, New York, where many great ful." Here he learned a lesson that
temperance men were assembled-Neal had a lifetime influence upon him.
Dow, Horace Mann, Rev. John Cham-
bers, Dr. Chapin, Henry Ward Beecher,
Rev. Theodore L. Cuyler, and a number
of others—and various topics were as-
signed them, and the writer's was this:
Temperance and Politics, one and in-
separable; what God and the Constitu-
tion of our country have united together
let no body of men put asunder." Mr.
Hall looked over the topics before the
exercises commenced, and said to me,
"I think that the most important topic
of the whole. I would rather discuss
that than any of the others." Mr. Hall
was emphatically the friend of the poor,
and a most devoted, consistent, and faith-
ful advocate of the principles of tem-
perance. They stood out in bold relief.
His colors were always flying. He died
in Brooklyn in 1867, and immense
crowds attended his funeral to do honor
to the temperance warrior.
"A good
name is better than great riches."
Hon. Samuel Houston.
not
If his life could be written, it would
read like a tale of chivalry. He in
early life was dissipated, but he was
saved so as by fire. He was, after his
days of dissipation were over, the most
popular man in Texas; he was
only Governor of the State but United
States senator. He not only became
temperate, but an able advocate of
its principles. He visited New York
in 1852, and made an address at the
temperance banquet; his appearance
produced a profound sensation. He
looked to me more like Washington
than any man I ever saw. Horace Mann
congratulated him on keeping his gar-
ments so clean at Washington; and Mr.
Houston was delegated to present Neal
Dow with a gold medal, which was
done in the midst of great applause.
Hon. Judge Willard Hall.
Delaware had her temperance heroes
as well
as other States, and Judge
Hall, of Wilmington, was a prominent
Dr. Amory Hunting.
at his home in Manhattan, Kansas, June
This veteran temperance worker died
to Kansas in 1855, and took a leading
10, 1870, after a short illness. He went
part in the movements and conventions
to form a State government; was State
senator, member of constitutional con-
Senator, member of constitutional con-
Kansas Temperance Society in 1856,
vention, etc. He organized the Western
which was the first temperance society
in that State. He was the principal or-
ganizer of the State Temperance Socie-
ty, and also the Sons of Temperance.
He was also instrumental in organizing
the Grand Division, was its first Grand
Worthy Patriarch, and has never failed
to attend each meeting of the Grand
Division.
He was a total abstainer
since 1817, and began in 1823 to pub-
licly withstand the drinking usages of
the day. He was buried, at his own re-
quest, by the Sons of Temperance, and
the funeral ceremony of the order was
performed at the grave.
Dr. A. W. Ives, of New York."
In 1833 he wrote a very able tract en-
titled "A Dialogue between a Dealer
in Ardent Spirits and his Conscience."
It was very pointed, very caustic, very
alarming.
Rev. Edwin L. Janes,
He was twin-brother of Bishop Janes.
He was meek, mild, affable, humane.
The cause of temperance lay near his
heart, and he did all he could to pro-
mote its interests. He was employed
for a while by the National Temperance
Society. Religion and temperance lost
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an able advocate when he died. He was
one of the sweetest purest, loveliest men
that ever adorned the church or blessed
the world.
Hon. William Jay.
He was the son of that distinguished
patriot, John Jay, and resided in Bed-
ford, N. Y. He was a great anti-slavery
man and a great temperance man.
Benjamin Joy
of the National Temperance Society
from its organization. He rendered a
noble service. He was chairman of the
Finance Committee, was prompt, always
at his post, was wise in council, full of
sympathy, and he was liberal. He was
not one whose temperance costs nothing.
He consecrated his money to the sacred
cause of temperance. At his death he
left a legacy to the National Tempe-
rance Society. It is a singular fact
that it is the only legacy that has
ever been left to this society since its
organization.
Was a veteran standard-bearer in the
temperance army who never turned his
back to the enemy. He was the lay apos- Hon. Joseph H. Lumkin
tle of temperance in his neighborhood. Was a member of Congress from Geor-
He was the intimate friend of Dr. Cuyler, gia, a firm temperance man in its early
who says: "His heart-power in speak-days. He was much opposed to the
ing was prodigious. He was Christian- "venders of distilled damnation,' who
He went about doing fill their neighborhood with lamentation,
ity on foot.
er.
good." He was a happy, cheerful work-
His forte was teaching temperance
and saving men from drunkenness. He
fell at his post. On the last evening he
spent on earth he addressed the Good
Templars in the village where he re-
sided. He died in 1868,
Christian Keener, Esq.,
Was from Baltimore, father of Bishop
Keener, of the M. E. Church South.
Christian Keener was as true, consistent
a temperance man as ever lived. He was
a living epistle of temperance, known
and read of all men.
mourning, and woe."
Hon. Walter Lowrie
Senate. He was secretary of the first Con-
Was secretary of the United States
gressional Temperance Society formed
at Washington. He occupied an influ-
ential position, and in 1830 he was fully
identified with the cause. He said in
1835, "If it were my last request to my
best friend, it would be, abstain entirely
and at all times from the use as a bever-
age of all intoxicating liquors."
Rev. D. C. Lansing, D.D.
He was a Presbyterian minister in
Jonathan Kittredge, Esq., Troy, afterwards in Brooklyn, who made
Of New Hampshire, early published an temperance speeches and preached
address on The Effects of Ardent Spi- temperance sermons. He hit rum and
rits," which thrilled multitudes with rumselling with a good grace.
His ap-
horror. He gives terrible descriptions, peals were sometimes overwhelming.
and then says: "Ah! language fails. II heard him in an address enquire, "Do
leave it to your imagination to fill up the you think the Almighty designs to per-
horrid picture."
mit the devil to monopolize all the
steam?”
At that early age he advocated "total
abstinence." "What! drink none?"
Yes, I say drink none; one gallon for
this town is just four quarts too much."
Dr. E. N. Kirk, of Boston.
He was an eloquent advocate of tem-
perance. He was the pastor and friend
of John B. Gough.
Joseph W. Lester, Esq.
His name should be enrolled among
the noble heroes of temperance. He
was a member of the Board of Managers
In a sermon that is most terrific on
"If there
the guilt of rumselling, he says
is one place in hell where the wrath of
God burns more intensely than another
it must be where the rumseller is locat-
ed; every devil in hell will refuse to
associate with him, and all the fiends of
damnation will stun his ears with the
eternal hisses of contempt."
Rev. Noah Levings, D.D.,
Was a member of the New York Confer-
ence, and Financial Secretary of the
American Bible Society. He was an
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early and able advocate of temperance. | in which he congratulated Hon. Samuel
As early as 1830 he published a sermon Houston, of Texas, who was present,
of great strength from "Wine is a mock- then a member of Congress, for "main-
er, strong drink is raging: whoso is de- taining his integrity at Washington, and
ceived thereby is not wise." On a tour for passing through the fiery furnace,
for the Bible Society he died suddenly and coming out without the smell of fire
in Cincinnati. His disease was such upon his garments."
he could not lie down, and they placed
the Bible before him to rest his head
upon. He looked at the words, Holy
Bible," and exclaimed: "Holy Bible,
guide of my youth, counsellor of my
manhood, my only rule in life, my only
hope in death, let me rest my dying head
on thee."
Harvey Lindsley, M.D.
Rev. John Marsh, D.D.
I have spoken of him in the earlier part
of this volume. His "Putnam and the
Wolf" immortalized him. He devoted
his life to the cause that was enshrined
in his heart's core.
Dr. Reuben D. Mussey.
mouth College. He wrote a prize essay
He was Professor of Anatomy in Dart-
on temperance, for which he was awarded
three hundred dollars.
He devoted his talents in promoting
the temperance reform, by writing a
masterly essay, which revealed wonder-
ful, appalling facts, "On the Effects
of Inebriety on the Offspring of In- Bishop Charles P. McIlvaine, late
temperate Parents." No wonder that
for this able essay he received a prize.
rance man.
Bishop of Ohio.
He was
He was no ordinary man.
personally attractive, intellectually gift-
He was
bold and brilliant. But it is not as a
ed, and graciously endowed.
bishop, or an author, or a preacher that
we have to do with him, but as a tempe-
clergyman, and no apologist for those
He was no wine-drinking
who drank it, but its uncompromising
Men of the United States on Tempe-
enemy. His "Address to the Young
rance," was a master-piece. The appeal
to young men is most impressive.
ought to be scattered all over the land
Rev. Philip Lindsly, D.D.
He was president of the University of
Nashville-a man of great talents, and a
great temperance man, feeling deeply for
the welfare of the rising generation. He
was early in the temperance ranks, and an
efficient worker. In 1838 he said: "I defy
any mortal to offer the semblance of a
reason for the existence of grog-shops in
our land." Again, "If we are to edu-
cate our sons where rum and grog-shops
are not to be found, we must send them
to Robinson Crusoe's Island or to State
prison." He said, "You might as well
He gives "moderate drinkers a ter-
license gambling, theft, and counterfeit-rible blow, and commends “total absti-
ing as to license the sale of intoxicating nence," as the only remedy. He recom-
drinks." This has the true ring.
mends the formation of temperance so-
cieties all over the land.
Rev. Samuel J. May
Was a very popular Unitarian minister,
quite a writer and platform speaker.
He was foremost in all kinds of reforms,
the anti-slavery and temperance especi-
ally. He battled well, and left a heroic
name and fame behind him.
Hon. Horace Mann
Was a splendid scholar, did much for
education in Massachusetts and in
other States. He had a classic face,
Deautiful white locks. He was an able,
consistent temperance man. At the
great national temperance banquet
held in New York, February, 1852, he
delivered an address that was beautiful,
like leaves of autumn.
""
It
I have been in the room at Burlington,
N. J., where Bishop McIlvaine was con-
verted, and I felt a kind of inspiration
when I saw the place where he knelt
down and prayed for and received mercy.
The last time I saw him was in Phila-
delphia, presiding at a meeting, when
the country was rocked to and fro
as if by earthquakes, in 1864, when
General Grant was going through the
Wilderness, when the national stars
were turning pale. At that meeting
$70,000 were given for patriotic objects,
This great and good man died in a for-
eign land; it was in the city of Flo-
rence, Italy, 13th of March, 1873, aged
75. He was buried in Westminster
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Abbey, in the midst of the great and the | and good. His countenance glowed
good.
Rev. Timothy Merritt
Was a Methodist minister, and one of
the original founders of the American
Temperance Union, in 1826. Congre-
gational and Baptist as well as Metho-
dist ministers were there. Mr. Merritt
offered prayer on the occasion; and he
was a highly gifted man in prayer.
He
was a clear and accurate thinker, a dili-
gent worker, a practical man, and every
pulsation of his heart beat in unison
with the temperance cause.
He was
one of the editors of the Christian Ad-
vocate. He wielded an able pen.
Rev. Jedediah Morse, D.D.,
Was the father of American geo-
graphy. He was the father of many
moral and religious enterprises, and the
honored father of Professor Morse, in-
ventor of the telegraph, who sent the
first message over the wires thus:
"What hath God wrought." His name is
written all over the world. No wonder he
has a monument in Central Park. He
was also the father of the late Sydney E.
Morse, founder of the New York Obser-
ver, the oldest religious newspaper in
America.
Jedediah Morse was one of the earliest
temperance heroes in the field.
|
with benignity. His health was delicate
for years, and, in accordance with the
custom of the times, he used regularly
ardent spirits, and then "a little wine
for his stomach's sake." He became con-
vinced that both were injurious, and he
abandoned them for ever. The result
was a clearer brain, a stronger stomach,
invigorated constitution, increased pow-
er for labor, and generally improved
health. He said: "I can never cease to
be grateful that I was led to make this
experiment; and I think it highly prob-
able that if I had not adopted this course
I should not now be in the land of
the living." Again: "It would be well
for the church and the world if our
present race of young men, especially
those of our seminaries and colleges,
could be prevailed upon to enter into
the spirit and practice of this doctrine.
How many broken constitutions, how
how many causes of miserable nervous
debility, how many degraded characters,
how many melancholy wrecks of do-
mestic peace and official usefulness,
would be spared, if we could make our
beloved young men believe us when we
speak thus!" I heard him in Princeton
lecture to the students, in 1844, on "En-
ergy," and the importance of throwing
their whole souls into their subjects.
Said he: "Gentlemen, some men are like
a turtle they will never move till they
have a coal of fire on their back."
Rev. David Merrill.
In June, 1811, the General Association
of Massachusetts appointed Mr. Morse,
with four of his brother ministers and
four distinguished laymen, a committee
to co-operate with a committee of the He was a clergyman in Ohio, where he
General Assembly of the Presbyterian wrote and preached his famous "OX"
Church, and the General Association of sermon from Exodus xxi. 28, 29: "If the
Connecticut, in devising measures which ox gore a man or woman that they die,"
should have an influence to remove some etc. It was a tremendous blow at rum-
of the numerous and threatening mis-selling. Such a sermon was enough to
chiefs that are experienced throughout immortalize any man. He died in 1850,
our country from the excessive and aged sixty-two.
intemperate use of spirituous liquors.
They met several times, and finally
resolved to form a State Society for
the suppression of intemperance. A
more general meeting was held in
Boston, 4th February, 1813, at the State
House, and the next day they formed a
society which they called the "Massa-
chusetts Society for the Suppression of
Intemperance.'
Rev. Samuel Miller, D.D.
He was professor in the Theological
Seminary at Princeton. He was wise
John T. Norton.
Once a merchant prince in Albany,
a partner of E. C. Delavan, Esq., a
splendid business man. a strong tem-
A volume might be
perance man.
written concerning him instead of a few
lines.
Eliphalet Nott, D.D., LL.D.
Doctor Nott lived nearly a century.
He was gifted with rare talents, a man
of untiring industry, who made a deep
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impression on the age and country in | law. "Yes," said he, "constitutional to
which he lived. He was President of hoist the gate, unconstitutional to shut
Union College. As an educator of youth it down; constitutional to shove out,
he had no superior, as an orator he was unconstitutional to haul in." By his
superlative. His "Ten Lectures on irony and sarcasm he made the thing
Temperance" are unsurpassed. They appear ridiculous
produced a marked effect at the time
they were delivered, and they did much
to place the cause of temperance on ele-
vated, rational, and Scriptural grounds,
Matthew Newkirk,
Of Philadelphia, a philanthropist of the
highest order, one of the pillars of tem-
perance in Pennsylvania, exceedingly
active, and for a long time President of
the State Temperance Society,
Rev. William W. Ninde
Was one of the most highly gifted min-
isters of the Methodist Church in West-
ern New York. He was eloquent, sur-
passingly so. His images were beauti-
ful; he was a great word-painter. He
was a firm, unfaltering friend of the
temperance cause. He early adopted
the temperance plan, and continued
through life the practice of total absti-
nence. He was the first President of
the Young Men's Washingtonian So-
ciety in Rome, N. Y. His inaugural
address is said to have been a master-
piece of fervid eloquence and irrefut-
able arguments, urging the young men
to unfaltering efforts in this glorious
cause. He gave a mighty impetus to
the temperance reform. But, alas! at
the early age of thirty-five he ceased at
once to work and live.
Temperance
lost an advocate, humanity a friend, the
church an ornament.
Hon. George Odiorne
Was one of the noble temperance men
of Massachusetts who met to form,
February 13, 1826, “The American
Temperance Union." He was the dis-
tinguished chairman, and was one of the
executive committee.
Rev. John Pierpont
Was a man of genius, possessing fine
poetical talents, and he made all sub-
servient to temperance. Twice I was
honored with making addresses with
him.
At one time I heard him dwell on the
unconstitutionality of the prohibitory
Reference is made to him in another
part of this volume.
Alonzo Potter, D.D., Bishop of
Pennsylvania.
The building is still standing in
Poughkeepsie in which were three ap-
prentices to the printing business
who became eminent men and strong
One was Bishop
temperance men.
Horatio Potter, D.D., the other his
brother, Alonzo Potter, D.D., the third
Rev. John Kennedy, D.D., of the
Methodist Church, very silver-tongued,
and an able advocate of temperance.
Who, in looking at those three appren-
tices, could have conjectured the lofty
destiny that awaited them.
Alonzo, no doubt, took some valuable
lessons from his noble father-in-law,
Dr. Nott. He made a strong attack
upon " fashion," as "being the cause of
nine-tenths of the drinking; that it is
not from appetite, but from deference to
He made a tre-
custom or fashion."
mendous appeal to the "educated, the
wealthy, the respectable, not to persist
in sustaining such usages."
Rev. Nathaniel S. Prime, D.D.
Mr. Prime was a good preacher, a
splendid educator, a genial man, pos-
sessing a very catholic spirit.
Was one of the earliest heroes of tem-
perance. In 1812 he preached a very
able sermon before the Synod of New
York, which produced a profound sen-
sation before that body, and they re-
quested it for publication.
members of his church who were
At Newburg, New York, there were
members of his church who were
brewers, and they brewed on Sabbath.
Mr. Prime, as a reformer, was as bold
as Luther, fearless as John Knox, and
he made war with them, and there was
a mighty conflict; for they possessed
wealth, power, and influence, and the
struggle was tremendous; but the old
hero of a hundred battles came off vic-
torious.
In 1831 I received from him my first
lessons in temperance, and then I sign-
ed the pledge. He is the honored father
of those noble sons who have made
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their mark upon the world. I speak of I was at his funeral, and saw the high
Rev. Samuel Irenæus Prime, the high-estimation in which he was held. His
ly-gifted editor of the New York noble son-in-law, who made temperance
Óbserver; of Dr. Edward D. G. Prime, addresses in my pulpit over thirty years
who has written his voyage round the ago, Hon. William E. Dodge, still lives
world, and of Wm. C. Prime ("I Go a- to carry on the work, and has the honor
Fishing "), of the Journal of Commerce. of being president of the National Tem-
I heard some of Samuel Irenæus' juve- perance Society.
nile temperance speeches, and they be-
spoke the future greatness of the man.
A Fourth of July oration was de-
liverea in Sing Sing in 1831, by Rev.
Alexander Watson, who said, "If there
are any stains on our national escutch-
eon, I will not notice them." When he
concluded Dr. Prime said, "There are
two blots upon our national character:
one is slavery, the other intemperance."
He hoped to live till they were both
wiped away.
He then presented a sermon of his to
each of the audience, entitled "The
Year of Jubilee, but not to Africans."
But the one foul blot has been wiped
away, and the "
year of jubilee" has
come "to Africans." May the other
(intemperance) soon be washed away,
and we hold a national jubilee over
emancipation from the slavery of alco-
hol !
Anson G. Phelps, Esq.
Rev. Dr. Pierce.
This venerable clergyman was most
active, most untiring in his devotion to
He was
the temperance reformation.
in age and feebleness extreme, and
Father Mathew and Deacon Grant call-
ed on him at his residence near Boston.
The feeble old man, sitting in his
arm-chair, said: "This is too much;
I am happy to see such friends before Í
depart"; and then requested his election
sermon for 1849 to be brought to him.
He took his pen, and wrote upon it,
"For Father Mathew," saying with deep
emphasis, "This is the last thing I shall
ever write "; and then with deep feeling
handed it to Father Mathew, who was
much affected on receiving it. It was
one of those touching occasions never to
be forgotten. A few days after, and the
old doctor died, aged eighty-six years.
He was one of nature's noblemen.
Benjamin Rush, M.D.,
He possessed great business talent, was Is an immortal name in the history of
a man of enlarged ideas, of broad views, our country. He was one of the
exceedingly enterprising in business,
and successful in whatever he undersigners of the Declaration of Indepen-
took. But it is not merely as a suc-
cessful business man he is to be ad-
mired. He had time to attend to the
great moral and religious duties of life.
He was not only a Christian gentleman,
but he was a prince, having a large
heart and a noble soul. He did not
live for himself, but for the good of
others. His money was consecrated to
God and his cause. Temperance early
found in him an admirer and a sup-
porter. He was for years one of the
Executive Committee of the National
Temperance Union. He often presided
at its anniversaries, and he was an able
presiding officer. When Father Ma-
thew was received at the Broadway
Tabernacle in July, 1849, Mr. Phelps
escorted the apostle of temperance in
Ireland into the edifice, and then pre-
sided on that grand welcome, that
splendid ovation.
Well I knew the genial old man, and
honored every hair he had upon his head.
dence.
He is immortal as the "beloved
physician," immortal as a pioneer in
talents gave great weight to his declara-
the temperance ranks. His splendid
tions.
His little work on "The Effects of
Ardent Spirits upon the Human Body
and Mind" opened the eyes of multi-
tudes.
Lucius Manlius Sargent.
He was a Bostonian, and held the pen
of a ready writer. He deserves a con-
spicuous place in the annals of tempe-
rânce heroes. He accomplished more
by his pen than many by their eloquent
tongues. His "Tales of Temperance
were inimitably beautiful.
They will
be read and admired while mankina are
capable of appreciating the pathetic,
the beautiful. How many an eye has
wept as it has read "My Mother's
Gold Ring"!
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Joel D. Strattan
Should never be forgotten. He was the
man who laid his hand so kindly upon
the shoulder of John B. Gough and
induced him to sign the pledge. Gough
was not only rescued, but think of the
thousands he has rescued. Mr. Gough
visited him as he was about to die, and
kissed his pale face, and said, "God
bless you, Strattan !" He died in No-
vember, 1860. John B. Gough shows
his gratitude by giving three hundred
dollars a year to support his widow.
William R. Stacy
Society. He was one of the early
temperance men of the old school
who did good, both by precept and ex-
ample. Our country has produced but
few purer men than John Cotton Smith.
In 1833 he wrote, "I am decidedly of
opinion that all laws for licensing and
regulating the sale of ardent spirits
ought to be instantly repealed, because,
if intended as a source of revenue, they
are manifestly immoral, and I believe
that by legalizing the traffic we do ac-
tually increase the sale and the con-
sumption.
"
Dr. Thomas Sewall.
Is a name immortal in the annals of
temperance. He was born in Boston
He was a very popular physician at
in 1800. The early part of his life he Washington, long an honored member
spent as a soldier.
Then he fell into of the Methodist Church, and a firm and
the habit of social drinking. In 1841 unflinching champion of temperance.
Mr. Stacy was among the first to identi- We have noticed him in regard to the
fy himself with the Washingtonians and "Plates" he procured of the drunkard's
to sign the pledge, that " second declara- stomach, which greatly advanced the
tion of independence." He went into cause of temperance. He was a man of
it with a hearty good-will. His tongue, powerful and extensive influence, a
his purse, his counsel, his prayers, his splendid talker, and an elegant writer.
aid in every possible way, were given. In 1830 he thus wrote: "While we are
He saved many a man in Boston from a convinced that there is no case in which
drunkard's grave. In 1843 through him ardent spirit is indispensable, and for
the order of the Sons of Temperance which there is not an adequate substitute,
was introduced in Massachusetts. He we are equally assured that so long as
occupied the highest offices in subordi- there is an exception allowed, and men
nate divisions, and then he was elected are permitted to use it as a medicine, so
Grand Worthy Patriarch for Massachu- long we shall have invalids and drunk-
setts. In 1846 he was the means of or-ards among us. Only let our profes-
ganizing a Temple of Honor in Mas-
sachusetts, and he enjoyed the highest
honors of the order. He was Worthy
Patron of the Cadets of Temperance.
He has a noble record. He died in
Boston, November 14, 1874.
Colonel E. L. Snow
Was a genuine temperance man, one of
the early "Washingtonians," one of the
original founders of the "Sons of Tem-
perance," publisher of "The Organ,"
a very popular temperance paper, after-
wards ably conducted by John W.
Oliver and his brother, Isaac J.
He was elected to the legislature, and
did good work there. He was pop-
ular as a lecturer, and founded "The
E. L. Snow Social Union," an order
that is still continued.
Hon. John Cotton Smith
sion take a decided stand on this point,
and intemperance will soon vanish from
our country." He delivered at Wash-
ington a very able address, "On the
Effects of Intemperance on the Intel-
lectual, Moral, and Physical Powers."
It was an address of beauty, eloquence,
and power-a wonderful appeal, that
went over the country like electricity.
He had a son, Rev. Thomas Sewall,
D.D., who was a splendid preacher and
an eloquent advocate of the temperance
cause. In the spring of 1862, I stood by
the grave of the father in a cemetery in
Washington, and copied an epitaph
from his monument; and I thought
what a loss to the nation and the world
was the death of one so gifted, so philan-
thropic.
Gerrit Smith, Esq.
This is a name well known to Amer-
Was formerly Governor of Connecti- icans, interwoven into the history of the
cut, and resided in Sharon. He was country.
For benevolence he is as
also president of the American Bible well known as Howard, as a philan-
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thropist as well known as Wilberforce. | Christ to admit as members those who
As a lover of his race and a hater of
slavery, he is as well known as Clark-
son. As a temperance man he is known
"To every wind that blows
And every star that twinkles.'
He had a liberal education, and inherited
a fortune, which he distributed with a
beneficent hand. Noble service he did |
in early days to the cause of temperance.
Very early he went against vending
ardent spirits, and contended that "those
who have the profit of making our
drunkards should be burdened with
the support of them." As early as 1833
he said, "If the traffic in ardent spirits
is immoral, then of necessity are the
laws which authorize the traffic immoral.
And if the laws are immoral, then we
must be immoral if we do not protest
against them." In 1833 he gave a
description of thirty-eight drunkards
around and in the village of Peterboro,
of the reclaiming of some and the con-
version of others. It surpasses fiction.
Mr. Smith changed his mind in regard
to prohibitory laws, as the following
shows: "You would know how I would
get the dramshop shut up. I answer
that I would have government class the
dramseller with high criminals, and
punish him accordingly. This would
be my way to shut up the dramshop,
and it could not fail to be effectual. In
my letter entitled 'No Legislating for
Temperance' I say: 'The first duty
of government is to strike out and ex-
tirpate the dramshop; and it is to do
this, not at all as a temperance mea-
sure, not at all to please the temperance
reformers, but simply because govern-
ment is instituted to protect person and
property."
Mr. Smith died suddenly in New
York in the autumn of 1874.
Rev. Moses Stuart, D.D,,
Was another of the immortal men, and
an able advocate of temperance. He
was a profound scholar, an untiring
student, an able educator. He wrote
largely on "The Wine Question." In
1831 some large-hearted man offered
a premium of two hundred and fifty
dollars for the best essay on this sub-
ject: "Is it consistent with a profession
of the Christian religion to use as an
article of luxury or living distilled
liquors, or to traffic in them? And is it
consistent with duty for the churches of
continue to do this?" Nearly fifty manu-
scripts were presented from various
States, and the premium was awarded
to Dr. Moses Stuart as being the ablest
of them all.
Rev. Thomas F. Stockton, D.D.,
Was a tall, slim, pale-looking man, but
superlatively eloquent. He was several
times chaplain to Congress, where he
preached to crowds of admiring auditors.
His temperance addresses sparkled
with beauty, and made deep and lasting
impressions. He was the eloquent di-
vine, the popular chaplain, the able ad-
vocate of temperance, the genial man,
the pure patriot, the genuine saint.
Alvan Stewart, Esq.,
Of Utica, has long had a name in the an-
nals of temperance as one of its heroes.
In 1837 he said: "Had any one, when
this temperance reform commenced in
our school-houses and small villages,
and when it was the subject of sneer,
ridicule, and contempt, laughed at as a
narrow, cold-water concern, predicted
that the time would come when it would
attract the regard of foreign nations
and foreign governments, and be viewed
by the wise and noble as essential to
the great interests of mankind, he would
have been scouted at as the wildest of
enthusiasts and fanatics!" Were truer
words ever uttered?
William B. Tappan, Esq.
Mr. Tappen was a very pure spirit, a
poet of rare beauty who consecrated
his powers to temperance. He wrote
"Rescue the Youth," and a poem on the
Progress of Temperance." Mr. Tap-
pan wrote a song on the second anniver-
sary of John B. Gough's signing the
pledge. With this Mr. Gough con-
cludes his "Autobiography." He wrote
the song of "John Hawkins and his
Comrade." This sweet poet of our
temperance Israel died suddenly of
cholera, near Boston, in June, 1849.
John Tappan, Esq.,
Was a distinguished layman of Boston,
who devoted his time and talents for
years to the promotion of the cause.
He was one of the immortal founders
'of the American Temperance Society.
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Edward T. Taylor
Was the far-famed sailor preacher of
Boston, whose name is known through-
out the world wherever our vessels sail
and our flag waves. He was emphati-
cally the sailor's friend. He was ori-
ginal, quaint, bright, sparkling, keen
as a brier, sharp as a razor, the enemy
of rum-the bold advocate of all he be-
lieved to be right. At times he was
ironical, and then again terribly sarcas-
tic. He was making a speech in Charles-
town. "You can't stop the liquor-traffic!"
said he; "your patriotic. fathers could
make a cup of tea for his Britannic Ma-
jesty out of a whole cargo, and you can't
cork up a gin-jug! Ha!"
This grand old champion of tempe-
rance died in Boston, 6th of April, 1871.
Elisha Taylor, Esq.
He was from Schenectady, and early
enlisted under the temperance banner,
and bravely and long he fought its
battles. He was long an officer in the
State Temperance Society of New York,
and was not only a diligent worker, but
an eloquent speaker. He devoted his
time and talents to advance the interests
of temperance.
He says: "Verily I am a brand plucked
out of the burning! We all began to
drink temperately, and not one designed
to be a drunkard. What desolations
for time and eternity have been induced
by temperate drinking! I can truly
say that total abstinence from all that
can intoxicate is not only safe, but com-
fortable." For several years he spent
the fourth of his time as a voluntary
agent to promote the cause of tempe-
rance.
Alvin H. Turner
Was Grand Worthy Patriarch of the
Sons of Temperance in New York.
He was a man highly esteemed for his
many virtues.
Love, Purity, and
Fidelity," with him were not idle words,
but full of meaning. He was highly
esteemed by his brethren, and died
with the harness on, in 1866.
sions, and his severe labors in the field
induced the vice of drinking, and he
soon became a confirmed inebriate. He
afterward reformed, and entered the field
as a temperance lecturer.
His repeated
struggles with the demon of drink, and
his repeated failures, are known to but
His last
few of his intimate friends.
and successful attempt at reformation
was under the kind but judicious and
effective treatment of Albert Day, Su-
perintendent of the Inebriate Asylum at
Binghamton, where he was for several
months, and his subsequent life testi-
fied that the confidence reposed in him
by his friends was not misplaced. He
died a sober, Christian man.
derful eloquence, together with his in-
timate and personal knowledge of the
terrible power of strong drink, made
him one of the most effective and pop-
ular temperance lecturers of the day.
He threw his whole energies into his
labors, and died of overwork. He had
engagements for nearly two months in
advance, and his services were sought
by all who knew his abilities.
His won-
He was a man of superior scholarship
and of brilliant talents, richly endowed
with the gift of eloquence.
On the
platform and in the pulpit he was re-
cognized as an orator of transcendent
powers. Mr. Thompson delivered an
eloquent 4th of July oration at Bing-
hamton, which was his last effort, but
it was splendid. The eloquent orator's
voice was silenced by death 17th of
Julv, 1868.
Hon. Allen Trimble
Was Governor of Ohio, and one of the
first to identify himself with the tem-
perance cause in the West. A popular
governor, all his influence was thrown
in favor of a cause that angels applaud
and the Prince of Peace approves. No
wonder his children have been exalted
to honor, one of his sons being made a
member of Congress, and another him-
self a splendid temperance man-Rev.
Joseph M. Trimble, D.D., of Ohio.
John Todd, D.D., of Pittsfield.
He was author of "Student's Man-
Rev. Allen T. Thompson. ual," a work that has benefited many
He was born in Hillsboro, Ohio, in a young man. He wrote many other
1838, liberally educated, and was one of excellent things. But as a temperance
the most successful clergymen and pop-worker and advocate we wish to enroll
ular orators in Ohio. He entered the his name to be read by succeeding
work of one of the Western commis- generations.
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Frederick A. Van Dyke, M.D..
Dr. Van Dyke was one of the noble
temperance men of Philadelphia. He
was a philanthropist and a Christian, and
one of the most prominent pillars in the
Temple of Honor. He was a man of
wealth and extensive influence. He
died very suddenly, November 18, 1867,
aged seventy-eight years.
Hon, Stephen Van Rensselaer,
He was a very distinguished philan-
thropist, abounding in wealth which he
distributed with a munificent hand. He
was greatly devoted to temperance. In
May, 1833, he was elected President of
the National Temperance Union. He
paid the expenses of printing the re-
port of the first national convention, in
number one hundred thousand copies.
Robert Vaux
bishop." Said he, “Ladies and gentle-
men, what ought to be done with such
a bishop? I do not know what you
think, but I think he ought to be hung
up by the heels and nibbled to death by
ducks." He died in 1866.
Abraham D. Wilson, M.D.
Dr. Wilson's name will long be re-
vered as the founder of the noble order
called "Temple of Honor." He was a
noble man. The temperance cause was
enshrined in his heart's core, and it was
his highest ambition to promote it. He
was born in New York City, where he
spent his life, well known, beloved, and
honored, and died January 20, 1864,
aged sixty-three years.
Hon. Reuben H. Walworth, Chan-
cellor.
Never shall I forget the genial face of
Was a distinguished temperance man Chancellor Walworth. He was a rare
of Pennsylvania.
man, combining in himself many sterling
qualities; an impartial judge; as pure a
temperance man as ever lived; for many
tem-years President of the American Tempe-
rance Union.
John C. Warren, M.D.,
Was early and long identified with
perance in Boston. In 1836 he stated
in an address at the State House "that
no surgeon having an operation to per-
form could safely take one glass of wine,
for it would disturb his judgment in a
greater or less degree." His extensive
influence and splendid talents were long
employed to advance the cause.
His history is part of the history of
the State, and so it is with the tempe-
rance cause. He said, "It is of the utmost
importance to the temporal and eternal
interests of our citizens that a stop shall
be put to the sale of ardent spirits as
speedily as possible. Convince the men
who make shrines for the goddess
Diana that they are partakers of the
guilt of those who worship the idol, and
most of them will abandon the unhal-
lowed pursuit.”
Rev. Francis Wayland, D.D., Presi-
dent of Brown University,
Was one of the original men who formed
the American Temperance Society. He
was a magnificent man, one of the strong
pillars of the Baptist Church. He wield-
ed a pen of fire.
Philip S. White, Esq.
He was an extraordinary man, pos-
sessing rare talents for speaking and
writing. He was the first Son of Tem-
perance I ever heard; it was in Tren-
ton, in 1844, when the order was in its
infancy. He rose to great eminence in
the order, reaching its loftiest position
and enjoying its highest honors. He
was a Philadelphian, and yet was known
all over the land by his able lectures.
When I heard him, he said: "My bishop
put up at the house of a reformed man,
and as there was some communion wine
Hon. William Wirt.
left, the bishop desired some to drink. Few names shine with more brilliancy
After he was gone, the man of the than that of William Wirt.
He was an
house desired some; his wife expostu-able lawyer, a beautiful writer, and a
lated with him. He said it did the bishop man of surpassing eloquence. He early
good, and it would do him good. He identified himself with temperance, and
drank. He soon wanted more. His old in 1832 he described the horrors of in-
appetite returned. He woke up a giant temperance and its causes in graphic
he could not control. He became from language. Then he speaks of when the
that hour a confirmed drunkard, a ruin- "living fountains of poison in our coun-
ed man-all from the example of the try shall be sealed." He concludes,
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"The progress already made by our
temperance societies in advancing the
golden age proves them to be of divine
origin. May the Almighty crown the
work with speedy and full success." To
such a prayer would not every patriot,
philanthropist, and Christian say,
"Amen."
Cyrus Yale,
Of Connecticut, was a true temperance
man, and one of the Vice-Presidents of
the first National Temperance Society
in 1833.
These heroes of temperance are all
dead. They have slept their last sleep,
and will never awaken to glory again.
It was a beautiful sentiment of Charles
Wesley, "God buries his workmen, but
carries on his work." So it is with tem-
perance: the workmen are buried, but the
work goes on; and as sure as the sun is
in the heavens, as sure as God reigns,
it will finally triumph, and the angel of
temperance will stretch her wings from
the castern horizon to the western ocean,
and a world redeemed from the curse of
rum shall rejoice in their shadow.

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