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There I was, mother and father to him, and I couldn't say four words of that prayer to save my life! He waited and waited for me to begin, as his mother always had; and the big children were waiting; and when I took him in my lap and kissed him, I called heaven to witness that my life should change from that hour. So it did, and I have been trying hard to lead a sober, honest life. God helping me, no one shall call me "Whisky Bill" again.
Every night little Ned climbs up into my lap and says, "Goodnight, pa-good-night everybody in the world-good-night ma up in heaven" and I believe she knows and will stand by methere just as she always did here, and I know I'll hold out to the end.
We are "Freemen !" "Independent!"
Drink-for see our wives stand weeping,
Drink-for hoary sires entreat us
To resign the fatal cup:
Drink-nor heed a mother's anguish:
Drink-for see the gallows becks us,
And shame stands with arms extended,
Drink for while we quaff destruction,
Yes, the darts that wound our bosoms,
Oh, what pleasures greet the drunkard!
DON'T GO IN.
T is lighted, we know, like a palace,
That fair, gilded temple of sin;
It has signs on the walls; let us read them: "The best of wine, brandy, and gin." (As if human stomachs could need them!) My son, oh, my son, don't go in.
Though it giveth its beautiful color,
Though it gleams in the cup like a rose, Though it seeks like a serpent to charm you, And glitters and glimmers and glows,
Like the bright, wily serpent 'twill harm you And rob you of earthly repose.
It will tarnish your glorious manhood
Much better to gird on the armor
To fight life's great battle and win,
THE GIN FIEND.
HE Gin Fiend cast his eyes abroad
And looked o'er all the land;
And numbered his myriad worshipers
Around and about, with a buzz and a shout,
Forever to and fro.
"And it's hip!" said the Gin Fiend, "hip, hurrah!
For the multitude I see
Who offer themselves in sacrifice
And die for the love of me."
There watched a woman by the hearth
With sullen face and thin;
She uttered words of scorn and hate
Long had she watched, and when he came
He could not brook her taunting look,
And he slew her where she stood.
"And it's hip!" said the Gin Fiend, "hip, hurrah! My right good friend is he;
He hath slain his wife, he hath given his life,
And every day in the crowded way
And numbers his myriad worshipers
Blood warm, blood cold, young men and old,
"And it's hip!" he says, "hip, hip, hurrah!
For the multitudes I see
That sell their souls for the burning drink,
RUM AND RUIN.
SUSIE M. BEST.
ERE'S a sentence to remember,
Be it any kind of weather
Rum and Ruin march together.