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Will fall with crushing weight
On the wretch who brought thy gentle life

To its untimely fate.
But he knows not of the broken heart

I bear within my breast,
Or the heavy load of vain remorse

That will not let me rest.
He knows not of the sleepless nights

When, dreaming of thy love,
I seem to see thine angel eyes

Look coldly from above.
I have raised the wine-cup in my hand,

And the wildest strains I've sung,
Till with the laugh of drunken mirth

The echoing air has rung.
But a pale and sorrowing face looked out

From the glittering cup on me,
And a trembling whisper I have heard

That I fancied breathed by thee.
Thou art slumbering in the peaceful grave, ,

And thy sleep is dreamless now,
But the seat of an undying grief

Is on thy mourner's brow;
And my heart is chill as thine, Mary,

For the joys of life have fled,
And I long to lay my aching breast

With the cold and silent dead.

A PROHIBITION PARTY A NECESSITY.

REV. A. B. LEONARD.

HE attempt to fight the liquor traffic successfully outside of a political party must of necessity prove a con

The spicuous failure, for the reason that it is not there.

an open

weakness of the non-partisans is found in the fact that they are so far from the works of the enemy they would conquer that only the echoes of their ordnance can be faintly heard in the distance. The enemy they would destroy is entrenched behind party ramparts, and these non-partisans decline to attack. They are like an army on

field with no enemy in view, going through the motions of battle but accomplishing nothing.

A party is the agency by which political principles are applied to the machinery of civil government. A principle detached from the machinery of civil government is like a steam-boiler separated from the machinery of a locomotive. The boiler may contain steam enough to pull a hundred cars, but it accomplishes nothing while there is no contact with the machinery of the locomotive. In politics, principle is the steam-boiler, party the machinery, and civil government the train.

History demonstrates clearly that every movement of great magnitude, whether religious or political, creates its own instrument of successful operation. The philosophy of this may be readily discovered. Old and effete organizations can not be successfully employed in the promotion of new movements of a reformatory character. It is impossible to use an organization for the accomplishing of a reform when the evil to be removed controls the organization itself. The liquor power now controls the Democratic and the Republican parties, and it is folly to suppose that power will smite itself. “If Satan cast out Satan he is divided against himself; how shall his kingdom stand?"

It is impossible for either of the old parties to draw to itself the prohibitionists of the other. They are historic enemies, and their members can not be transferred from one to the other except in rare instances. Th

There is a host of prohibitionists in the Democratic party that will not join the Republican party even for the sake of the great principle of prohibition; and there is as great a host, if not a greater, in the Republican party that will not for the sake of that great principle join the Democratic party. Therefore, with these two parties alone in the field, prohibitionists will remain divided and the liquor demon will continue to scourge our land.

The time has fully come when prohibitionists should cease to spend their energies on non-partisan campaigns that end in the defeat of prohibition and give a lengthened lease of power to the old whiskey parties. All the great reforms of the past point unerringly to the Prohibition party method of warfare against the liquor crime, avoiding, as it does, the weakness of non-partisanism and the impracticability of old party methods. Moreover, it affords a common bond of sympathy, secures concert of action, definiteness of purpose, and is the sure guarantee of a resistless movement against the common foe.

THE DRAGON DRINK.

E. MURRAY.

AVE you

heard the olden story,
How a dragon, fierce and fell,
Ranged across the ravaged country,

Lay at evening by the well;
Scales of iron, tongue of fire,

Blood-stained, terrible and grim,
Slaying mothers, murdering children,

In the twilight gray and dim?
All in vain the fathers fought him,

All in vain were wall and gate;
Horrible, relentless, sleepless,

Lay the deadly beast in wait.
Then the old-time hero bravely

Signed the cross and drew the sword;
Said: “I may not pause or falter,

I the sworn knight of the Lord.”

So St. George attacked the dragon.

Long the fight and terrible
Teeth and claws to sword and buckler,

Dead at length the monster fell.
So they cry, “St. George for England !

So they praise the hero well. Let me tell the newer story:

Dragon-like across the land Slavery ragèd fierce and evil,

Soaked with tears and blood the land, Fettered men and helpless women,

Crying children for its prey;
And the monster, grim and awful,

Grew in horror day by day.
Strong men trembled, wise men sadly

Gave the hideous thing its way.
Then the new-time hero, calmly

Coming from his quiet place," Be it death, or be it victory,

Christ, my Saviour, lend me grace!”. Firmly faced the giant monster;

Conquered. God was by his side. Freedom ! freedom ! cried the nation

As the hateful dragon died. But our hero,--well, the angels

Took him to their holy care, And the Lord, this savior greeting

Crowned him saint and hero there. Heroes! answer from your heaven,

You have fought a goodly fight, Won your crowns and saved your people

Strong in Christ, your Leader's might. Is there nothing we can conquer?

Is there nothing we can do? In our land no dragon creepeth,

Yet we would be heroes, too.

Every land must have its dragon,

Every age its hero bear-
See! a monster, grim and deathful,

Crouches in our country fair,
Lurking in the glass of whiskey,

Growling from the dramshops' till
Who upon the Lord's side standeth ?

Who the dragon Drink will kill ?
By the vows our lips have plighted,

By the witnessed oath and word,
We are pledged to fight the dragon,

We, the sworn knights of the Lord.
Lift the banner! Gird the armor !

Shout the battle-cry amain!
We will never cease the conflict

Till the dragon Drink is slain!

GO FORWARD TO VICTORY.

DR. I. K. FUNK.

THE

HERE is a great hope for the Prohibition party. A

great many are with us. Some are standing with us and others are lying all about us. They tell us that we boast much, that we are great at blowing the trumpet. Well; our friends, the enemy, have this advantage: Everytime we take a trumpet they take a thousand horns. Let there be no discouragement over reverses.

Truth often comes to victory through defeat. The ascension and glorification came after a Gethsemane and a Calvary. We have reached about the last of the non-partisan victories. Now the liquor traffic is thoroughly awake. He can concentrate his immense resources in any one State. He uses his national whip to defeat local contests, and this through the dominant political party in any given section. We must have a battle-front that will reach from Maine to Texas and

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