STAND BOLDLY OUT. Author of "The Fireman's Wedding," &c. Do Who so boldly laugh and shout; O not mingle with the throng Do not sing the giddy song, But stand boldly out. Though they may be friends you love, And no drunken, rabble rout; When you're asked to take the drink Do not speak in whining tone, There is nothing you need fear, Though the rest may sneer and shout; Let your principles shine clear, And stand boldly out! Though the right is crushed by wrong Backward fling the tempter's scorn; When the curse is blotted out. A WIFE'S BLAST AGAINST TOBACCO, E sits in a corner from morning to-night— HE 'Tis smoke, chew, smoke! He rises at dawn his pipe to light, Goes puffing and chewing with all his might, Live and Work. The quid goes in when the pipe goes out; 'Tis chew, chew, chew! Now a cloud of smoke goes up from his throat, Then his mouth sends a constant stream afloat; 'Tis chew, chew, chew! He sits all day in a smoke or fog- He growls at his wife, the eat and the dog, The house all o'er, from end to end, In whatever room my way I wend, At home or abroad, far or near, His mouth is stuffed from ear to ear, LIVE AND WORK. HY live, when life is sad, death only sweet? WHY Why fight, when closest fight ends in defeat? Why pray, when purest prayer dark thoughts assail? Why strive, and strive again, only to fail? Why hope, when life has proved our best hopes vain? Live-There are many round needing thy care. 79 A BOW DRAWN AT A VENTURE. EDWARD HAYTON. EE, O Britannia, what is here! SER Men and their wedded wives, The victims of our British beer, Whose lives are wasted lives. Look on this foul and fest'ring sin, Which is the one black plague-spot in Preach sermons! oh, what vanity! Step down and take them by the hand, Bridge over this deep chasm by Your sermons and your songs? 'Tis utterly in vain to try; This but the curse prolongs. Not words but deeds-deeds strong and kind— Must help them and restore Laws that will break or that will bind Their great enslaver's power. Tell this in town and city-tell The Beer Delusion. 81 THE BEER DELUSION; OR DRINKING FOR AN APPETITE. J. W. KIRTON. TAKE the proper meaning of temperance to be this: "The moderate use of all good things, and total abstinence from all bad things." That is true temperance. Whether intoxicating drinks are good or bad remains to be discovered. We temperance reformers think we have discovered that they are bad at the beginning, bad in the middle, bad in the end, and bad altogether. When I was a lad, I wanted to know why it was that people got drunk when they drank beer, and they did not get drunk when they drank milk. I wanted to know why it was that intoxicating drinks produced disease while milk produced health; and, following up this idea, I investigated, and have continued my investigations now over those years into the nature and properties of these drinks. I have come to the conclusion-and that conclusion I have never hesitated to state that people who take these drinks under the notion that they are either contributing to health or assisting in curing disease, are labouring under a misapprehension of the subject from beginning to end. The fact is this (it does not want proof, still we are obliged to prove it, because the people will persist in repeating their old objections), that I am asked whether people can do without these drinks. I settle it at once by saying, "Yes, we are doing without them." I feel very sorry for any ladies or gentlemen who fancy they cannot do without their beer. I met with a lady who said she could not eat her dinner without a glass of beer for the world. I said to her,"I am very sorry. I am a little bit of a doctor, and I will give you a recipe." "I hope it will not be nasty," she remarked. "Oh! no," I replied; my remedies are always good, sweet, and pleasant." "How would you cure me?" she asked. "What time do you dine?" I inquired. "I dine about one,' she said. "And what do you do a little before one?" "I take a glass of beer just before dinner to create an appetite, and take a portion of it while I am having my dinner, and I find I get along." 'Suppose you did not touch your bitter beer, what then?" "I could not touch a bit." You take my advice: I will cure you. To-morrow at one o'clock, if you find you have not an appetite without bitter beer, wait till two o'clock; and if your appetite don't come at two, wait until three; and if it don't come to-morrow, wait till the next day. If you go without a day or two, it strikes me you will have a better appetite.' She heaved a deep sigh all the way from her boots to her head, and asked, "Do you think it would answer me?" If you 66 66 66 66 don't think teetotalers can eat, ask half-a-dozen of us to dinner," I rejoined. She was quite satisfied without trying that experiment. So with a number of people—they cannot sleep without a glass of beer the last thing at night. Sit up all night for awhile, and that will cure you. These drinks are absolutely and entirely worthless. For one to take these drinks under a notion they contribute to health is a delusion. There is not a brewer living, who understands his business, who ever tries to make an article that will nourish or strengthen the human body when he makes beer. THE THE TIPPLER'S FRIGHT. HERE once was a toper-I'll not tell his name- For if drunk he came home she would beat him to bed. And she'd huff him, and cuff him, and call him hard names, It happened one night on a frolic he went; He stayed till his very last penny was spent. But how to go home and get safely to bed Was the thing on his heart that most heavily weighed. And off he went singing by this and by that, "I'll pluck up my courage; I guess she's in bed; If she ain't 'tis no matter, I'm sure. Who's afraid?" He came to his door; he lingered until He peeped, and he listened, and all seemed quite still. In he went, and his wife, sure enough, was in bed: 66 Oh," said he, "it is just as I thought. Who's afraid?" His wife seemed to sleep, for she never e'en stirred. The pitcher found empty, and so was the bowl, The pail, and the tumblers-she'd emptied the whole! |