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THE REVELER'S DREAM.
AROUN:hethe heard the guests were met, the lights above
gleaming And in their cups replenished oft, the ruddy wine was
streaming. Their cheeks were flushed, their eyes were bright, their hearts
with pleasure bounded, The song was sung, the toast was given, and loud the revel
sounded. I drained my bumper with the rest, and cried, Away with
sorrow! Let me be happy for to-day and care not for to-morrow!" But as I spoke my sight grew dim and slumber deep came
And, mid the whirl of mingling tongues, this vision passed
before ine: Methought I saw a demon rise; he held a mighty beaker Whose burnished sides ran daily o’er with floods of burning
liquor; Around him pressed a clam'rous crowd, to taste this liquor
greedy, But chiefly came the poor and sad, the suff’ ring and the needy; All those oppressed by grief and debt, the dissolute and lazy, Blear-eyed old men, and reckless youths, and palsied women
crazy. Give, give!” they cry. “Give, give us drink to drown
all thoughts of sorrow, If we are happy for to-day, we care not for to-morrow!” The first drop warms their shivering skins, and drives away
their sadness; The second lights their sunken eyes, and fills their souls with
The third drop makes them shout and roar, and play each
furious antic; The fourth drop boils their very blood, and the fifth drop
drives them frantic.
; “Drink!” says the demon, “ drink
Drink of these waters mellow. They'll make your bright eyes blear and dull, and turn your
white skins yellow; They'll fill your home with care and grief, and clothe your
back with tatters; They'll fill your heart with evil thoughts—but never mind
what matters? Though virtue sink, and reasoning fail, and social ties dis
sever, I'll be your friend in hour of need, and find you ho
homes forever; For I have built three mansions high, three strong and goodly
housesA workhonse for the jolly soul who all his life carouses; A hospital to lodge the sot, oppressed by pain and anguish; A prison full of dungeons deep, where hopeless felons lan
guish. So drain the cup and drain again, and drown all thought of
sorrow, Be happy if you can to-day, and never mind to-morrow!" But well he knows, this demon old, how vain is all his
preaching; The ragged crew that round him flock are heedless of his
teaching; E'en as they hear his fearful words they cry, with shouts of
laughter: "Out on the fool! Who mars to-day with thoughts of a
hereafter? We care not for thy houses three, we live but for the present, And merry will we make it yet, and quaff our bumpers
Loud laughs the fiend to hear them speak, and lifts his
brimn.ing beaker: Body and soul are mine!” quoth he; “I'll have them
both for liquor!”
THE FOUNTAIN OF CRIME.
JUDGE ALBERT H. HORTON.
as bigotry, narrow asceticism, or vulgar sentimentality, fit only for little minds, weak women and weaker men. On the contrary, it is second to no reform of this age, and for this reason : Every race has its peculiar temptation and every clime its specific sin. The tropics and tropical races are tempted to one form of sensuality; the colder or temperate regions and our blood find their peculiar temptation in the stimulus of drink and food.
Our law rests not on bayonets, as in Europe, but on the will, the intelligence and the hearts of a free people. To adopt the words of Lincoln : “ This is a government of the people, by the people and for the people." Hence, the grand importance of imbedding in every social and political society not only the need of universal intelligence and of general education, but also the necessity of teaching, cultivating and adopting habits of sobriety.
At the battle of the Pyramids, Napoleon, to impress his men with the greatness of the contest in which they were engaged and to cheer his soldiers on, bade his troops remember that forty centuries of the past looked down from their heights upon their deeds in arms. I know not how many centuries which now lie hidden in the invisible depths of the future may look back to the happy results of this contest for temperance reform with praise and gratitude.
In a country like ours public opinion is supreme and the law keeps pace with that public opinion and represents the
sentiment of the people. The liquor traffic is now everywhere conceded to be the great vice of the age. It destroys health and ruins the family; it widows the wife and orphans the child; it makes imbeciles of the most intellectual; it dis. honors and disgraces the virtuous; it builds the jails, the prisons, the poorhouses, and the scaffolds, and it furnishes to each its unhappy victims.
A prominent scientist has said : Alcohol is the blood of the gambler, the inspiration of the burglar, the stimulus of the highwayman, and the support of the midnight incendiary. It suggests the lie and countenances the liar; condones the thief and esteems the blasphemer. It violates obligation, reverences fraud, turns love to hate, scorns virtue and inno
It incites the father to butcher his helpless offspring and the child to sharpen the fratricidal axe. Alcohol burns up men, consumes women, destroys life, curses God, and despises Heaven. It suborns witnesses, nurses perfidy, defiles the jury-box, and stains the judicial ermine. It bribes voters, corrupts elections, pollutes our institutions, endangers our government, degrades the citizens, debases the legislator, dishonors the statesman, and disarms the patriot. It brings shame, not honor; terror, not safety; despair, not hope; misery, not happiness; and with the malevolence of a fiend calmly surveys its frightful desolation and, reveling in havoc, it poisons felicity, destroys peace and ruins morals. It wipes out national honor, curses the world and laughs at the ruin it has wrought. It does all that and more-it murders the soul! It is the sum of all villainies, the father of all crimes, the mother of all abominations, the devil's best friend and God's
If these awful consequences arise from the use of intoxicating liquors as a beverage, tell me, what law is too severe to protect the State or the home from its blasting influence? If it fills our jails and our almshouses and our asylumns with its victims, as all concede, tell me what law is too severe to restrain and chain the monster that is 80 merciless to mankind? If it feeds our penitentiaries and our scaffolds,
as all concede, what law is too severe to control or prohibit its sale?
When I think of the heartaches, the woes, the curses, the blows, the tears, the sorrows, the strifes, the crimes, the debts, the pains, the blasted hopes, the intense degradation and supreme misery which comes from one single barrel of whiskey, I join with a distinguished lawyer of my State in wishing that all of it in existence could be placed in one vast pile and consumed by fire, and that not another drop could ever be manufactured upon God's green footstool.
THE DEADLY CUP.
[Concert recitation for six boys.] HE deadly cup, while others drink, We'll
never, never taste it;
And thousands have confessed it.
Be temp’rance sons and daughters;
And drink the crystal waters.
And never will profane it;
Our oaths alarm and pain it.
No words obscene defile them;
And pray for, not revile them.
We taste at first with loathing,
And scents the breath and clothing.