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X. To moderate Drinkers.

Moderate drinker, what say you?

Shall we or shall we not, arrest in its progress, the monster intemperance? By asking this question, I do not intend to insult the pious, the moral, or even the immoral and irreligious reader. You all will say; destroy it at once; for wherever intemperance lays its desolating hand, every vestige of happiness vanishes and misery with all its untold wretchedness appears. You will say,

"It is the duty of all to banish it from our land.” But let me tell you, notwithstanding this, your sincere declaration, you are encouraging, harboring, feeding the monster. You are perhaps surprised; but believe me, every drop of ardent spirits you drink, encourages intemperance. You countenance the use of the drunkard's drink. Do you desire to see intemperance banished from our land? Let every moderate drinker, then, take up arms and oppose, manfully oppose this despotic tyrant. It often comes in the guise of a friend. It cajoles, and then it is most dangerous. When it wears the mask of friendship, when it pretends to be useful, when it desires to live unmolested, it will if not opposed, Joab-like, aim a fatal blow at the happiness of those whom it professes to befriend.Trust it not; believe it not. It is watching, Hy

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ena-like, for its prey. Its professions are all deceptive. Its touch is almost certain death. The monster intemperance will not voluntarily retire. It will not leave our country at our bidding, nor will it be driven calmly away. Its resistance will be powerful. It will not move deliberately and pleasantly along, till it arrives at our sea-beaten frontier, and then bury itself forever beneath the foaming billow. It can neither be banished nor destroyed but by force. Will you all then, cease to feed this monster? Will you all assist to destroy it? Of all foes it is the most fatal. It destroys every thing dear and valuable to man in time and eternity. Will you not, then, in the name of man, in the name of liberty, in the name of God, dash the cup which feeds it, from your lips? Will you not set your faces like a flint, in opposition to it? Will you not advance upon it, wearing the panoply of entire abstinence? When clothed in this, it will wilt before your frown.

Will you refuse hereafter, to countenance him who drinks the drunkard's cup, or to encourage the drunkard whom it intoxicates? Will you now unite with those who taste not this cup of moral death, who "touch not the unclean thing?" Will you assist them to present an unoccupied middle ground between the temperate and intemperate, wide as the gulf that separates heaven and hell? Shall we all refuse to drink ardent

spirits, lest we ourselves become drunkards, lest our example should lead our neighbors or our children into the drunkard's grave, into the drunkard's hell? The very hell of hell must be the impending doom of him who, by traffic or by precept, or by example, turns his fellow creatures into drunkards. Shall we then drink, and thus by our example, countenance drunkards and others in drinking their fatal draught? If we drink none, shall we then refuse to unite with others for the purpose of banishing this more than Satanic evil from our land? Shall we refuse to lend our names and influence to those who would slay, with a single blow, the monster intemperance which we all detest? Shall we go with these men and form a portion of their party; or shall we stand back and dishearten them by declining to lend them our aid? Shall we give courage to the drunkard by standing, as we vainly suppose, neutral? Shall we smile or frown as he raises the deadly draught to his polluted lips? On which side shall we stand? Shall we be the friends or the foes of drunkennesss?

Moderate drinker, you are on the path that leads to drunkenness and ruin. You encourage intemperance by using ardent spirits as a drink. How long will you continue to encourage, by your example, this ruinous, demoralizing custom? Be entreated by a friend, to forsake it

now, and to become immediately, a cold-water

man.

XI. To Patriots.

In the pariot's bosom, love of country is the ruling passion. His country is his idol. Touch it, and you touch the apple of his eye. When war with its bloody front appears in the horizon of his country's happiness, distress preys upon the core of his heart. When it spreads its dark, lowering cloud over her glory, anguish strikes his soul with its dagger. He feels, at all times, for his country's woes.

Patriot, a desolating scourge in the shape of liquid fire, is passing over your beloved country. That unrelenting tyrant, intemperance, has set its foot upon her borders. It has commenced its work of death. It is stalking abroad in open day, carrying in its hand, its despotic chain already forged. Its chain is that of the most degrading, fatal bondage. Upon all it meets, it breathes a soul-destroying spell. Their love of liberty vanishes. They embrace their destroyer. With its chain, it binds them as in the unrelaxing grasp of death. It continues to draw tighter and tighter, the cord of despotism, till every generous feeling is forced from the mind, and the poor victim, a voluntary slave, expires in hopeless agony, Patriot, to you, country and liberty are

dearer than life. Will you not, then, step forth, and with a noble independence, drive by force of argument and example, this enslaver of the soul, from your happy land? I know you will. You see what an insupportable burden it throws upon your country. You are ready to give it the fatal blow. To do this, there is no time like the present. Therefore now slay this enslaving tyrant. Become a cold-water-man.

XII. To Professional Men.

You with others have, in the success of the temperance cause, a common interest at stake. Whatever may be your profession, your usefulness in discharging its duties cannot be promoted by drunkenness. Are you a physician? Then you know that the ordinary use of ardent spirits is injurious to health. You know that it often produces diseases of the most alarming type.--You know that it is scarcely possible to cure disease in a drunkard, and that inflammation in him is generally fatal. In pecuniary matters, you know that almost all your bad debts are charged to your rum-loving employers. It is your duty, then, and your interest, and ought to be your privilege to advance the cause of temperance by becoming a cold-water-man.

Are you a lawyer? Then the crimes of the intemperate are familiar to you. Call them to

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