The doctors say so—don't they know
What quickens blood that runs too slow?

I didn't kill Tom Roper."

“Not I," said sparkling old Champagne; “No poor man e'er by me was slain. I cheer the rich in lordly halls, And scorn the place where the drunkard falls

I didn't kill Tom Roper.”

"Not we," said the various other wines;
“What! juice of grapes, products of vines
Kill a man! The Bible tells
That wine all other drink excels-

We didn't kill Tom Roper.”

“Not I," said Holland Gin;
“To charge such a crime to me is sin-

I didn't kill Tom Roper.”

“Not I,” spoke up the Brandy strong; "He grew too poor to buy me long

I didn't kill Tom Roper."

"Not I,” said Jamaica Rum;
“No mischief to him have I done-

I didn't kill Tom Roper."

“Ha! ha!” laughed old Prince Alcohol;
“Each struck the blow that made him fall;
And all that helped to make him toper
My agents were, to kill Tom Roper."

LIFT THE PROHIBITION BANNER.

LILIAN M. HEATH.

WE

E are sons of heroes valiant

As the Northland kings of old, When they sailed the ice-clad ocean,

Ever conquering, strong and bold. 'Tis a war for Truth and Freedom,

For our God and native land, 'Tis against the foul usurper

That we wage the conflict grand !
And we hurl our weapons with heart and will;
In battling with evil we strike to kill ;
For the conquering spirit is with us still,

Never our courage shall wane !
Then, clang, battle-ax, flash, brand !
Clang, battle-ax, flash, brand !
Clang, battle-ax, flash, brand !

Let the white Truth reign!
We are storming Error's castle;

We are hastening, one and all. Do you see its frowning turrets,

Battlements black, grim and tall? Shoulder now set close to shoulder,

O'er the bridge we force our way,— Do you hear the clash of armor ?

See the foeman's blank dismay! Ho! ye brave, who love true glory,

Come and join this glorious fight! Be among the loyal soldiers

Who defend the Home and Right ! Lift the Prohibition banner,

Let it waft its message grand, Till in victory's golden moment

It shall float o'er a rescued land.